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

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