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

Still I bear the flowers of pain, of

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

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

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

I walk with my head
Wind right through my waning heart
Weightless, like a bird in my
She looks into the bottom of my

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

No one will sing
No one will leave the
Dreaming of wolf
the winter's might

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