Luyện nghe bài hát Dajmonion

The of roses
me
And the Thorn is singing
in suffering
Blood trickles from my
The stigma of my
The artificial rose never
But I'm by the wild rose
It smells beautiful
it's dying

My private
My Lake of Tears
My Temple
Of Ice

At the Of Sanity
I've built the Of Sand

to hide
In depth of
I shred of
Is
will find it
Bitter rain down
From the of my eyes
found purpose in life
To be in motion

The my wither
But you cannot keep its

Please put one red rose on my grave...

by P.Maslanka]