Luyện nghe bài hát Above The Edge Of Doom

Don't the wine, it could be blood
This torrent could be
water cannot glearn
Your amity to departs

The sky is lightning up in lands where
shadows my thoughts

I to deny my frown
war starves out my faith
it my peace
Weed stamps on it's guilt, it off
Ere you born was beauty summer's dead

Find the first conseit of there bred
falling...
No bitterness I have bitter thing
calling

Whatever midnight been here
The flames of love I view
So my path with thine eyes
Winter's cold falling

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

On rose stand
Two eyes thy face
dreams, my soul is fled
where late sweet birds

your evil minds
wandering the morning fog
Through the grove where conseil the light
Through the leaves, through snow

My tears on your
but water cools not
from my soul which in thy breast lie
(It's useless it may forbear,
the weeping to chase)

Find the first conceit of there bred
falling...
No bitterness I have bitter throught
calling...