Luyện nghe bài hát Children Of The Harvest

Seems we are to live our final
Far the dwellings of men
As flowing tides and sands
Far from the gaze of soul less man

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

How sad it is for me to see
My fallen halls
Here prideful men clashed as Gods
With veins aflame and hearts of

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

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

To return at last to an empty

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