Luyện nghe bài hát Ghosts of Grace

The of hell where we wonder
What's eternal, now it
The fate of the earth, where we born
No last echo, the plug

And the storm left
And the storm all
And the took nothing
And the took all

The winds of burn your fields
So unhallowed, so
The of extinction raw and pestilent
White with terror, eyes

And the left nothing
And the left all
And the storm took
And the took all

The ghosts of grace your bones
Your spirit for dead
The of the mourning, lay in grace
Like nations raped with