Luyện nghe bài hát Dying Freedom

As a withered hand grips tight fear
The caressing rains
The reaping arms of silence, for us to see

Overruled by a lack of patience, it's
That's the that has made us

Constructive flow desire
The last intense
at the surface, for all of us to hear

Gather round, the secrets that you
And the that makes blood flow
Blame desire, blame revenge

at the solemn shores
Where blessed fools are
Happiness is wasted, wasted blood and

infiltration. it's untold
Raping life from other

The ritual fires
Rewarding
Shells of empty faces, crying to be

free, the spirits gather round
While the soul underground
Will the voices again?