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

 ...It was  long ago when I had fallen from this mortal world,
 Lost in dream flight to pierce the horizon as a 
 
  this life the pillor I must bear?
 To grow  this wretched world?
 ...With hate each day I 
 The birds above, they ride the 
 And from each piercing talon dangles a 
 
 The stone awaits my 
 Upon a grave  dug myself
 The birds sing their 
 Please lend me your wisdom to fly  the heavens,
 Across seas of gold,  my land of frostbitten, ageless night
 
 Let me dig my own 
 Let me, oh precious noose of 
 You are  mother, whose womb around my neck
  me a world of cold nihility
 An endless  night
  bitter, black frozen hell
 For me
 Forever!
 
  this the pillor I must bear?
  die on this fucking world?
 ...With hate I  and burn...
 The birds  they caress the winds
 They lend me the  to fly...