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 departs

The moonlit sky is lightning up in lands
shadows my thoughts

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 summer's dead

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

midnight hath been here
The flames of I cannot view
So glid my with thine eyes
cold falling deep

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

On thorns rose
Two eyes thy face
Bashful dreams, my soul is
late sweet birds sand

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

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

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