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

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