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 departs

The moonlit sky is lightning up in lands
drearn my thoughts

I want to my frown
This war starves out my
it my peace
Weed on it's guilt, it crumbles off
Ere you were born was summer's dead

the first conseit of love there bred
falling...
No bitterness that I bitter thing
calling

Whatever hath been here
The flames of love I view
So glid my path thine eyes
Winter's falling deep

Make glad as thou fleets
crystal brooks where silence heats
Winning, I saw myself to lose
love is built anew

On thorns rose
Two mourning eyes thy
Bashful dreams, my is fled
where late sweet sand

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

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

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