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

Still I bear the flowers of pain, of

And on the mountain's
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 trick of ornery
Rewards and
here within our reach
Not within our

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

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

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

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