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

Still I the flowers of pain, of solitude

And on the side
gates lies
Staring towards the
in solitude

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

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

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

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

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

Vile trick of gods?
and riches
Right within our reach
Not within our