Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Winter Days

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

...She killed in the fall...

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

...I myself in the spring...

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

I oppose the
I the storms
with a sword I wield hate
I down the sun with bow and flame
for the dead winter

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

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