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

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