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 giant of stone
Not built for men
Not made for us to

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

I walk with my head
blows right through my waning heart
Weightless, a bird in my arms
She into the bottom of my soul

Grave tidings from the
is the tone of this night
Weightsome the around us
The weight of upon us

No one will tonight
No one will leave the
of gloden wolf
Dreading the might

Vile of ornery gods?
and riches
Right within our reach
Not our grasp