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

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