Luyện nghe bài hát Winter's Gate, Pt. 4

Still I the flowers of pain, of solitude

And on the mountain's
gates lies
Staring the north
in solitude

Barring the way
The doors of stone
Not built for men
Not for us to pass

Vile trick of ornery
Rewards and
Right here within our
Not our grasp

I with my head down
Wind blows right through my waning
Weightless, a bird in my arms
She looks into the of my soul

Grave tidings the northside
is the tone of this night
Weightsome the dark us
The of time upon us

No one sing tonight
No one will the pyre
of gloden wolf
Dreading the winter's

Vile trick of ornery
and riches
Right here our reach
Not within our