🎵 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  as a bird...
 
  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  soul
 
 The  awaits my fall
 Upon  grave I dug myself
 The  sing their requiems
 Please lend  your wisdom to fly above the heavens,
 Across seas of gold, to my land of  ageless night
 
 Let me  my own grave
  me, oh precious noose of mine
 You  my mother, whose womb around my neck
 Grants  a world of cold nihility
 An endless  night
 A bitter, black  hell
 For me
 Forever!
 
 Is this the pillor  must bear?
  die on this fucking world?
 ...With hate I die  burn...
 The birds above, they  the winds
 They lend me the  to fly...