Luyện nghe bài hát Above The Edge Of Doom

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

The moonlit sky is lightning up in lands
shadows drearn my

I to deny my frown
This war out my faith
it naughts my
Weed on it's guilt, it crumbles off
Ere you born was beauty summer's dead

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

Whatever midnight hath been
The flames of I cannot view
So glid my path thine eyes
Winter's cold deep

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

On thorns stand
Two mourning eyes thy
Bashful dreams, my soul is
where late sweet sand

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

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

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