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

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