🎵 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 a 
 
 Is this life the  I must bear?
 To grow in this wretched 
 ...With hate each day I 
 The birds above, they ride the 
 And from each  talon dangles a soul
 
 The stone  my fall
 Upon a grave I dug 
 The birds sing their 
 Please lend me your wisdom to fly above  heavens,
 Across seas of gold, to my land of frostbitten, ageless 
 
  me dig my own grave
  me, oh precious noose of mine
 You are my  whose womb around my neck
 Grants  a world of cold nihility
 An endless winter 
 A  black frozen hell
 For me
 Forever!
 
 Is this the pillor I  bear?
 To die  this fucking world?
 ...With hate I  and burn...
 The  above, they caress the winds
 They lend me the wisdom to