Luyện nghe bài hát Above The Edge Of Doom

Don't drink the wine, it be blood
torrent could be thine
Turbid cannot glearn
Your amity to truth

The sky is lightning up in lands where
shadows my thoughts

I want to my frown
war starves out my faith
it naughts my
Weed stamps on it's guilt, it off
Ere you were was beauty summer's dead

the first conseit of love there bred
falling...
No bitterness that I have thing
Doom's

Whatever hath been here
The flames of love I cannot
So my path with thine eyes
Winter's cold deep

Make glad seasons as thou
crystal brooks where silence heats
Winning, when I saw myself to
Ruined is built anew

On rose stand
Two eyes thy face
Bashful dreams, my soul is
where late sweet sand

Solicit your minds
through the morning fog
Through the grove trees conseil the light
Through the leaves, through fallen

My on your skin
but cools not pain
from my soul which in thy doth lie
(It's useless it may forbear,
the days to chase)

Find the first conceit of love bred
falling...
No that I have bitter throught
calling...