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

Still I the flowers of pain, of solitude

And on the side
Grim-looking lies
Staring towards the
Waiting in

Barring the way
The giant doors of
Not built for men
Not for us to pass

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

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

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

No one will sing
No one leave the pyre
Dreaming of wolf
the winter's might

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