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

Still I bear the flowers of pain, of

And on the side
gates lies
Staring the north
Waiting in

Barring the way
The giant of stone
Not for mortal men
Not made for us to

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

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

Grave tidings from the
Grave is the of this night
Weightsome the dark us
The of time upon us

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

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