Luyện nghe bài hát Behold! The Night Mare

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

I go on digging roses 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 mare rides on
And the night rides on
With a December psalm
And the night rides on

I fear is lost here
The blows, and I know

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

So may you with your own knives
You'll never take me
With all the of what is true
Is nothing I can do?

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

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

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