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

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