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

Still I bear the flowers of pain, of

And on the mountain's
gates lies
Staring towards the
Waiting in

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

Vile trick of ornery
Rewards and
Right within our reach
Not our grasp

I walk my head down
Wind blows right through my heart
Weightless, a bird in my arms
She looks into the of my soul

Grave tidings the northside
Grave is the of this night
the dark around us
The of time upon us

No one sing tonight
No one will leave the
Dreaming of wolf
Dreading the might

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