Luyện nghe bài hát Winter's Gate, Pt. 7

The is weak and frail
A circle of men
Enclosed by coldness
The evernight, eternal

The of undying winds
Now merged with screaming
The fire dies in a breath
The end has

Out of the darkness, out of the
Out of the night, have come
is the laughter, cruel is the fate
Cruel is the winter's

is the fray
Bitter the final
Perdition and
The icy grip now them
here at the world's end
The forst of death will them all

The lords of the high
Are smitten down snow
No way to bear the
No way to off all the fiends

Devouring the sun and the
the forest and sea

us all

Sing a quiet to me
Sing of spring and of sea
Sing a silent to me
of hope and sing of sleep