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

Still I bear the of pain, of solitude

And on the side
gates lies
Staring towards the
in solitude

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

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

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

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

No one will sing
No one leave the pyre
Dreaming of wolf
Dreading the might

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