🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Descending Winters - Swallow The Sun

 Descending Winters
 
 Out from  north into the south
  turned his frozen mouth
 Tearing  the voices of living
 Leaving bodies buried  ice
 
 The wrath  distant clouds
 And the weeping of  ground, it will come
 Cold wind carries the voice of 
 Singing songs for  damned
 
 Descending  for all lands
 All hope  gone in his hands
 Out from the north  the south
 Winter turned his  mouth
 
 Slaying the oceans  darkening the sun
  little breeze, it will come
 Enormous tide of  cold storms
 He  cleanse the land with single breath
 
 Descending winters for  lands
 All hope is  in his hands
  from the north into the south
 Winter turned his frozen 
 
 No shelter can save  now
 As  winds come roaring
 There is no place to 
 The final season  close at hand
 Taste the air so silent, it  come...
 
 Descending winters  all lands
  hope is gone in his hands
 Out from  north into the south
  turned his frozen mouth