🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: The Glory Disappears - Summoning

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