🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: The Glory Disappears - Summoning

 Yet, if the wind breathe soft, the curling 
 That break against  shore, shall lull my mind
 And  against all enemies prepared
 And with the food of pride  my soul
 In solitude
 
 Sad was I, to  depressed
 Importunate and heavy 
 My destiny  found me here
 Upon this  road
 
 And many  now are sad
 Wait  fulfilment of their fear
 For I must  who is their stay
 Their glory 
 
 Now I am dead and gone, my 
 Life's  has come to end
 Your  will guide my soul
 To ride  winds above