🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Of Stone, Wind And Pillor - Agalloch

  was not long ago when I had fallen from this mortal world,
  in dream flight to pierce the horizon as a bird...
 
 Is this life the pillor  must bear?
 To grow  this wretched world?
  hate each day I burn...
 The birds above, they ride  winds
 And from each piercing talon  a soul
 
  stone awaits my fall
  a grave I dug myself
 The birds sing their 
 Please  me your wisdom to fly above the heavens,
 Across seas of gold, to my land of frostbitten, ageless 
 
 Let  dig my own grave
  me, oh precious noose of mine
 You are  mother, whose womb around my neck
 Grants me  world of cold nihility
 An  winter night
 A  black frozen hell
 For me
 Forever!
 
 Is this  pillor I must bear?
 To  on this fucking world?
 ...With hate  die and burn...
  birds above, they caress the winds
 They lend me the wisdom to