Luyện nghe bài hát Where Cold Wind Blows

Where Cold Blow I (was) laid to Rest
I Can not my Rusty Weapons
the Blood and that Guided my Path
for Drowned in the Sands of Wisdom

I was, indeed, a King of the
My Blackened Edges; still they were
Honoured by the Herds
but asketh Closed are the Gates?

My cut my Winged Weapons
and that was my Pride
And from the Forest all hear:
"Wisdom the Gate for the King"

My Weapons Sighted - My they Tasted
Summon my - To the Land of Desire
To the Domain of Hate - Where Cold Winds
For Lust for Hell - We Rode with the Wind

Only I could a fucken Self-deceit
There are only Two - the Mind or the Sword
And the Mind was like the Sights in a Dream
But the was like a Stone around my neck

I the Soul of the Snake
and with the Armageddish Whore
(but) my Throne and my Weapons;
Where Cold Blow became my Grave