Luyện nghe bài hát Winter Solstice

Within the misty late year's
In times slouds and trees stand empty
thousand wolves are gathered in the snow
To raise a and greyish howl.

Ebony black the earth went into the
Re-awoken, now in silver white
Softly by sparking moisture
Out of the ' throats up to the sky.

Lap of sweated by birth pains
its child - a red fireball
Sharp silhouettes of old and eyes
Their cradle stuffed with and fog.

Impossible to march the shortest way
forth tied up all in wolwes' breath
Early , therefore , the approaches
it is the of Winter Soltice.