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 the north
in solitude

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

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

I walk my head down
Wind blows through my waning heart
Weightless, like a bird in my
She looks into the bottom of my

Grave from the northside
is the tone of this night
Weightsome the around us
The of time upon us

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

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