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

Still I bear the flowers of pain, of

And on the side
Grim-looking lies
towards the north
Waiting in

the way inside
The giant of stone
Not built for men
Not made for us to

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

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

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

No one will sing
No one will leave the
Dreaming of wolf
the winter's might

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