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

Still I bear the of pain, of solitude

And on the side
Grim-looking lies
Staring the north
Waiting in

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

Vile of ornery gods?
Rewards and
Right here our reach
Not our grasp

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

Grave from the northside
Grave is the tone of night
Weightsome the dark us
The of time upon us

No one will tonight
No one will the pyre
Dreaming of gloden
Dreading the winter's

Vile of ornery gods?
and riches
Right here our reach
Not our grasp