Luyện nghe bài hát Cryptic Winterstorms

A sunset rises
Under the sky

The freezing below
As mirrors of funeral mist

But the blasting sky
And the is on the rise.
is on the rise

My hear blows in the winds of
Still I float the cold diabolical massacre winds

On the bestial of evil
Above the mountain side and cryptic winterstorms

I long for frost and black winters
in the cold lakes
Awake in the in the sky

And the valleys in the North
Where I once were a warrior

Where I
Where I my soul in doom fire fog
Where I ride deaths winds
In the in the North

As Norse warriors I
The valleys
With longsword in
Sworn to throne the dark
To return to my masters in the mist of the dying sunset

Black sunset dies under the sky
My hair blows winds of reap

Still I float with the cold diabolical
On the overshadowed bestial wings of

Above the mountain side and into winterstorms