Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Winter Days

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

...She herself in the fall...

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

...I killed in the spring...

A bough had hung me high
I the fires of the Sol
Here, nightfall

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

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

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