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
Staring the north
Waiting in

Barring the way
The giant of stone
Not for mortal men
Not for us to pass

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

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

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

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

Vile trick of ornery
and riches
Right within our reach
Not our grasp