Luyện nghe bài hát Above The Edge Of Doom

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

The moonlit sky is up in lands where
shadows drearn my

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

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

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

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

On thorns rose
Two mourning eyes thy
Bashful dreams, my soul is
where sweet birds sand

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

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

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