🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Black River - Amorphis

 Still searching for my way, the right  to be
  pondering what I've done
 I'm still thinking what I've said, still finding from 
 and  that I know is still not enough
 
 I'm being held by the one  tormenting my soul
 the curving neck of  swan
 the slow turning of a  head
 
 So white  plumes and feathers
 its breast  the moon in water
 silent and  it moves
 on  river in the calm
 
 I wander  on familiar roads
 I  the marks I left on the hills
 I see  cuts and wounds of my deeds
 they make me muse  life
 
 Up  hill and the mountain
 I  back, I look down
 there flows the River  Death
 and here the wind  my hair