Luyện nghe bài hát Bluebell Heart

The scares we for
And was
To rape the
Of the impaled
And worship him

We nailed the
hopefully and fear the rest
For we look the toombs
And dance so they see... we it
Sweapt in shiny
For fading and it's Lord
Wondering how the spoke

and wise has left
And touched the shade of my tempted
Dance on the shadow
And the heretic who saw the sun

Kept his secret,

We in those of such poems
As grace has it's mark
An error on our illusions
We by them for a soul to open

Its saw us grow
As they lay
Rotting in the of God

The storm has driven fury, fall...
and again for noble halls, screaming...
We heard and spoke to
For no comforting to give

We the shields

When the ancient in us
And we their nextborn in the thronehall
Sons of God die with your once
And feel the blood faster

Ages...
then they seemed
And held their withered
A of a dying God

It saw it
of them
ME!