Luyện nghe bài hát Ghosts of Grace

The alleys of hell where we
eternal, now it begins
The fate of the earth, where we were
No last echo, pull the

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

The of disease burn your fields
So unhallowed, so
The face of raw and pestilent
with terror, tainted eyes

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

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