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

Still I bear the flowers of pain, of

And on the side
Grim-looking gates
Staring towards the
in solitude

Barring the way
The giant 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 right my waning heart
Weightless, like a bird in my
She looks the bottom of my soul

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

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

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