Luyện nghe bài hát The Cold Grip of Terror

I carry a longing, a yearning than words can tell..
I carry my sword, my of victory,
in this I flourish...
I believe. My is the loveliest dream.
Just the wish to have it is enough.

I my step when I entered the narrow path..
I saw and I understood...
Its lies beyond the black fog, beyond the cold grip of terror.
To reach the goal I have to walk a way,
have to tear my on the sharpest thorns,
have to squeeze my staff so my hand cramped...

weird depths of bloody tranquility,
through darkness, and chaos..
through still, silence...
through the of icy rains...

Suffering...Is it a challenge, a trumpet?
Day and night I lay knocked to the ground.
Scars and wounds were my company...
The taste of blood woke me up from my restless sleep.
The heat of fire burnt my hands, with cold,
when I to make them warm.

Sackcloth covers my
And I've had to my horn in the dust.
My is flaming red with tears,
and has painted my eyelids shadowy black.
And this my hands are free from violence
and my is pure!

My days are gone, my are shattered,
gone what was my heart's desire.
I wish to change for day.
Daylight would be near now when darkness in.

No, I know Thou carry me,
Thy presence is greater than the agony.
Thou, the one. My fortress.
alone are immortal...
Covered in majesty
Thou alone are the anointed.
The darkness recedes, 'cause the light is already shining...