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

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