Luyện nghe bài hát Above The Edge Of Doom

Don't drink the wine, it could be
torrent could be thine
Turbid water cannot
Your to truth departs

The sky is lightning up in lands where
shadows my thoughts

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

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

Whatever midnight hath been
The flames of love I view
So glid my path with thine
cold falling deep

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

On thorns rose
Two mourning eyes thy
dreams, my soul is fled
where late sweet birds

Solicit your evil
wandering through the fog
the grove where trees conseil the light
Through the leaves, through fallen

My on your skin
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 love bred
falling...
No that I have bitter throught
calling...