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

The flames is weak and
A circle of men
Enclosed by endless
The evernight, dark

The moan of winds
Now merged with hollow
The fire in a sngle breath
The end has

Out of the darkness, out of the
Out of the night, they come
Cruel is the laughter, is the fate
Cruel is the will

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

The lords of the high
Are smitten into 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
a silent song to me
Sing of hope and sing of