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

Still I the flowers of pain, of solitude

And on the mountain's
gates lies
Staring towards the
in solitude

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

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

I with my head down
Wind right through my waning heart
Weightless, like a bird in my
She looks into the of my soul

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

No one sing tonight
No one will leave the
Dreaming of gloden
Dreading the might

trick of ornery gods?
Rewards and
Right here within our
Not within our