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

Still I the flowers of pain, of solitude

And on the mountain's
Grim-looking gates
Staring towards the
in solitude

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

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

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

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

No one sing tonight
No one will the pyre
of gloden wolf
Dreading the might

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