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

Still I bear the flowers of pain, of

And on the mountain's
Grim-looking lies
Staring the north
in solitude

Barring the way
The giant doors of
Not built for men
Not made for us to

trick of ornery gods?
Rewards and
here within our reach
Not within our

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

Grave from the northside
Grave is the of this night
the dark around us
The weight of upon us

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

Vile trick of ornery
Rewards and
Right within our reach
Not within our