Luyện nghe bài hát Above The Edge Of Doom

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

The moonlit sky is lightning up in where
shadows my thoughts

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

Find the conseit of love there bred
falling...
No that I have bitter thing
calling

Whatever midnight hath been
The flames of love I view
So glid my path with eyes
Winter's cold deep

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

On rose stand
Two mourning thy face
Bashful dreams, my is fled
late sweet birds sand

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

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

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