Luyện nghe bài hát Born Of The Flickering

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

Yarns of elements
In to the thorncastle
bricks thrown to the soil
Sharp and thorns

it is, like defenseless spring births
Unpleased by a sudden
Turned its back on and life
And made it all

Lovesongs of the dove, through
of what he song
A of the nourishing light
Were attacked of ravens
So therefore, it song no

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

sentences long before years
Came to the hearse that rode
And will always
In the hearts of them, historical