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

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