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

Still I bear the flowers of pain, of

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

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

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

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

Grave tidings from the
is the tone of this night
Weightsome the around us
The weight of time us

No one sing tonight
No one will leave the
Dreaming of gloden
Dreading the winter's

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