🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Black River - Amorphis

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