Luyện nghe bài hát Father

The cold wind of fate hits my face roughed by
My fylgjia of animal hath rested afar in lost paths

The structure of this loss voids the senses cutting off all
Upon a throne of fire he rests, the one who his blood to me

I have awaken to a vast dream, In which I know I cannot you
if the wind chaps all my skin, my souls remains that of a son

Father!

I awaited you in dreams, from the exile of presence
But as you stand in front of me, frailty forced me silence

I write on endless sand every single sentiment
Hoping that the timeless repeats it to the universe

I have awaken to a vast dream, In which I know I fail you
Even if the wind chaps all my skin, my remains that of a son

wait for you next time we begin, be it as child or as father
Even if the chaps all my skin, my souls remains that of a son