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

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