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

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