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

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