Luyện nghe bài hát Above The Edge Of Doom

Don't the wine, it could be blood
This torrent be thine
Turbid cannot glearn
Your to truth departs

The moonlit sky is lightning up in lands
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 first conseit of there bred
falling...
No that I have bitter thing
Doom's

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

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

On thorns stand
Two eyes thy face
Bashful dreams, my is fled
where late sweet sand

Solicit your minds
wandering through the fog
Through the grove where trees the light
the leaves, through fallen snow

My tears on your
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 love bred
falling...
No bitterness that I bitter throught
calling...