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

Still I bear the of pain, of solitude

And on the mountain's
Grim-looking gates
towards the north
Waiting in

the way inside
The giant of stone
Not built for men
Not made for us to

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

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

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

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

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