Luyện nghe bài hát Behold! The Night Mare

I faced the fathoms in your
Withstood the suitors' siege
Pulled down the just to
you, appease you
The wind blows, and I

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

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

Where I fear is here
The wind blows, and I

All you have to do is run
And steal yourself me
Become a to gaze into
You're so in all you do
But still I believe, I in you

So may you come your own knives
You'll never me alive
With all the force of is true
Is nothing I can do?

I can't go on digging from your grave
To linger on the beyond
Where the willows weep and the whirlpools
find me

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

I've faced the fathoms in your
the suitors' quiet siege
Pulled the heavens just to please you
To hold the I can't keep