Luyện nghe bài hát Above The Edge Of Doom

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

The sky is lightning up in lands where
shadows drearn my

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

Find the first conseit of love bred
falling...
No bitterness that I bitter thing
calling

Whatever hath been here
The flames of love I cannot
So glid my path thine eyes
Winter's falling deep

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

On rose stand
Two mourning thy face
dreams, my soul is fled
where late birds sand

Solicit your evil
through the morning fog
Through the grove where trees conseil the
Through the leaves, fallen snow

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

Find the first of love there bred
falling...
No bitterness that I have bitter
calling...