🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: The Glory Disappears - Summoning

  if the wind breathe soft, the curling waves
 That break against  shore, shall lull my mind
 And scorn  all enemies prepared
 And with the food of pride  my soul
 In solitude
 
 Sad was I,  pain depressed
 Importunate and  load
 My destiny has found me 
 Upon  lonely road
 
 And  thousands now are sad
  the fulfilment of their fear
 For  must die who is their stay
 Their  disappears
 
 Now  am dead and gone, my friend
 Life's pain has come to 
 Your star  guide my soul
 To  the winds above