Luyện nghe bài hát Behold! The Night Mare

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

I go on digging roses from your grave
To linger on the beyond
Where the weep and the whirlpools sleep
find me the coarse tide reflects sky

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

I fear is lost here
The wind blows, and I

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

So may you come your own knives
You'll take me alive
all the force of what is true
Is there I can do?

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

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

I've faced the fathoms in your
Withstood the suitors' quiet
Pulled down the heavens to please you
To hold the flower I keep