Luyện nghe bài hát Behold! The Night Mare

I faced the in your deep
the suitors' quiet siege
Pulled down the heavens to
you, appease you
The blows, and I know

I can't go on digging roses your grave
To linger on beyond the
Where the willows and the whirlpools sleep
find me the coarse tide reflects sky

And the mare rides on
And the night mare on
With a black psalm
And the mare rides on

Where I fear is lost
The wind blows, and I

All you have to do is run
And steal from me
Become a to gaze into
so cruel in all you do
But still I believe, I in you

So may you come with own knives
never take me alive
With all the force of is true
Is nothing I can do?

I can't go on digging from your grave
To on beyond the beyond
the willows weep and the whirlpools sleep
You'll me

And the mare rides on
And the night rides on
With a December psalm
And the night mare on

faced the fathoms in your deep
Withstood the quiet siege
Pulled down the just to please you
To hold the I can't keep