Luyện nghe bài hát Where Cold Winds Blow

Where Cold Wings Blow I (was) to Rest
I Can not reach my Rusty
the Blood and Sword that my Path
for they Drowned in the of Wisdom

I was, indeed, a of the Flesh
My Blackened Edges; they were Sharp
Honoured by the Herds
but thou: Closed are the Gates?

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

My Sighted - My Tears they Tasted
Summon my Warriors - To the of Desire
To the Domain of Hate - Where Cold Winds
For for Hell - We Rode with the North Wind

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

I Entered the Soul of the
and Slept with the Armageddish
(but) without my Throne and my
Where Cold Blow became my Grave