Luyện nghe bài hát Children Of The Harvest

Seems we are to our final days
Far the dwellings of men
As tides and shifting sands
Far from the bitter gaze of soul man

In sorrow we fly from our ones
To die in the waters of the
My brethren can no shelter beneath these wings
Until dead men rise their graves

How sad it is for me to see
My fathers halls
Here once men clashed as Gods
With aflame and hearts of thunder

Yet my are long since dead and gone
And I with heart so
And limbs so
It seems our sun is all but

And we your children
Wandered for
And felt the cruel blast of freezing
But the harshest of all to come...

To return at to an empty home

"Adapted and altered from the Irish tale
of the Children of Lir, to swans and condemned
to roam for 300 years before returning home...to an
home. An spine for an allegorical tale. One of
displacement, and alienation...from this world
and its ways. Longing for Age...
another time, place..."