Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Winter Days

There lies a behind forbidden wooden doors
A beauty so rare and pure, it would human eyes bleed and burn...

...She killed in the fall...

I am the unmaker, I bring to the beautiful dawn
pillor, cold, and a legion of dying angels...

...I myself in the spring...

A bough had hung me high
I sank the of the Sol
Here, reigns

I the light
I gather the
with a I wield with hate
I shot down the sun bow and flame
for the dead winter

I am the
The pillorian...the
I...die...
I you the dead winters...

by Haughm/Anderson/J. William W. (2/97 - 11/98)]