Luyện nghe bài hát Harbinger

Sleep still and
in stained glass scenes of violence
Claim the song sung by the
Breath and quietly

Stand the corpse of the crow
Take up the blade that struck the final
Tear off the wings to refuse its
There will be no reproach. There be no redemption
For the wicked and at the end of its life
Only from the absolute with a flick of a knife

Back to it all began
Tracing to the shore
They into the ocean
Where the waits no more
In its place waits utter
The current casting backwards tells of lifetime
The empty faces that seemed listless
all now been recast
But when lost in distant thoughts, a sleeping evil starts to
Distracted by warm with vigilance relaxed
It unlike to occur

Tear off the wings to its ascension
will be no reproach. There will be no redemption

A breach in the bow would allow the craft to again
Reaching down to tear the from the crow
in complete

Experience a transformation of body and of mind
Rearrange the and define the undefined

The returned speaks in tongues onde
But in its hands sit the and
The dagger say everything
Without a word it says

Tore off the to refuse its ascension
There be no second coming
No forces for to
Just a place to final rest a head
The is dead

Go back to
The sun is setting
And you can rest you head for now.