Luyện nghe bài hát Dying Land

the bird from a scattered flock
shelter in a tree
alone the lonely woods
he will cry noone hears
he will fall noone cares
palls of grief hanging in the
what must go wrong, so we see
there's not to make us stop

we are the of a dying land
evil spirit holds us here
we wear a mask
making friends with
we are devils of a land

took all nature's pride
mercy out of
demons dark us swarm
last time
the short sound of singing birds
we know what it means
will we know?

a world where shells
can kill blood
a of emptiness,
a dying