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

 ...It was  long ago when I had fallen from this mortal world,
 Lost in dream flight to  the horizon as a bird...
 
  this life the pillor I must bear?
  grow in this wretched world?
 ...With hate each day I 
 The birds above, they ride the 
  from each piercing talon dangles a soul
 
 The stone awaits  fall
 Upon a  I dug myself
 The  sing their requiems
 Please lend me your wisdom to fly above  heavens,
 Across seas of gold, to my  of frostbitten, ageless night
 
 Let  dig my own grave
 Let me,  precious noose of mine
 You are my mother, whose womb  my neck
 Grants  a world of cold nihility
  endless winter night
 A bitter,  frozen hell
 For me
 Forever!
 
  this the pillor I must bear?
 To  on this fucking world?
 ...With hate I  and burn...
 The birds above, they  the winds
 They lend me the  to fly...