🎵 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  to pierce the horizon as a bird...
 
 Is this life the pillor  must bear?
  grow in this wretched world?
 ...With hate  day I burn...
 The birds above, they  the winds
 And from each piercing talon dangles a 
 
 The stone awaits  fall
 Upon  grave I dug myself
 The  sing their requiems
 Please lend me your wisdom to  above the heavens,
 Across seas of gold, to my land of  ageless night
 
 Let me dig my  grave
  me, oh precious noose of mine
 You are my mother,  womb around my neck
 Grants me a world of  nihility
 An endless winter 
  bitter, black frozen hell
 For me
 Forever!
 
 Is this the pillor I  bear?
  die on this fucking world?
 ...With hate  die and burn...
 The birds  they caress the winds
 They lend me  wisdom to fly...