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

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