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 from your grave
To on beyond the beyond
the willows weep and the whirlpools sleep
You'll find me the tide reflects sky

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

Where I fear is here
The blows, and I know

All you to do is run away
And steal yourself me
Become a mystery to gaze
so cruel in all you do
But I believe, I believe in you

So may you with your own knives
You'll never take me
With all the of what is true
Is there I can do?

I can't go on roses from your grave
To on beyond the beyond
Where the willows weep and the sleep
find me

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

I've faced the in your deep
Withstood the suitors' quiet
Pulled down the heavens just to you
To the flower I can't keep