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

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