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
Waiting in

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

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

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

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

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

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