Luyện nghe bài hát Before The Seventh Moon

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by death to the edge of the abyss
Fiercely thrown down into a so cold
as you knew it its nothing compared to this
Going the edge and ino oblivion
On dark silken wings carried away
To a place of and tranquility
On a chariot of gold, the of a man
that before the seventh would give his heart and soul
Fire in the sky
Fire the sins of my past life
torching my soul
It is my pleasure I will never see
With a snake wrung his neck
He leaves sadness in the night
on sorrow, figure in black
Hunters your home
"I do not in falling down,
nor waste struggling with this"
"Why do you live, why do you breathe,
When you that from whence you came
You soon return?"
"I am at the edge of existence
and I beg, please cut strings!"
Pit
caressing me
Sight
I am