Luyện nghe bài hát Dajmonion

The of roses
me
And the Thorn Bird is
United in
trickles from my wounds
The stigma of my
The rose never dies
But I'm ravished by the rose
It smells most
it's dying

My private
My private of Tears
My private
Of Ice

At the Edge Of
I've built the Castle Of

Trying to
In of soul
I shred of
Is
Fear will it
rain falls down
From the of my eyes
I've purpose in life
To be always in

The my wither
But you cannot keep its

Please put one red wild on my grave...

by P.Maslanka]