Luyện nghe bài hát Winter's Gate, Pt. 4

Still I bear the flowers of pain, of

And on the side
Grim-looking gates
Staring towards the
in solitude

Barring the way
The giant doors of
Not for mortal men
Not made for us to

Vile trick of ornery
Rewards and
here within our reach
Not within our

I walk with my head
Wind blows through my waning heart
Weightless, like a in my arms
She looks into the bottom of my

Grave tidings from the
is the tone of this night
Weightsome the dark us
The weight of upon us

No one will sing
No one will leave the
of gloden wolf
Dreading the might

trick of ornery gods?
Rewards and
Right here our reach
Not within our