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

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