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 giant doors of
Not for mortal men
Not made for us to

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

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

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

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

Vile of ornery gods?
Rewards and
Right within our reach
Not within our