Luyện nghe bài hát Born Of The Flickering

Enthralled the dustwind
of a lost battle
Warned by a of war
Jeweled in own blood

Yarns of elements
In distance to the
Empire thrown to the soil
Sharp and poisonous

Pure it is, like defenseless births
by a sudden nightfall
Turned its back on love and
And made it all

Lovesongs of the dove, seen
Time of what he
A messenger of the nourishing
Were attacked of enemy
So therefore, it song no

servants, in the end you gather
In the beyond clouds
Foundation walls of the temple
of a time that was

Promised sentences before years
to join the hearse that rode
And always ride
In the of them, historical plague