Luyện nghe bài hát Harlequin Forest

Into the
Past grounds
And further from my home
behind me
I the hounds
Flock's chasing to find me

A of sickness
to me
If I am
you will see

the darkness
And
I'm away from the sun
Will never
Will never be at
All my expired so I run

There another
hands released the blade
Insane at the drop
Instruments of death me

Lose all to a little
At your it's justified
And your demons
As death becomes a
You are the stock
Of the minded
Confessions stuck in mouth
And long gone reappear

helpless
And in the light
on a prayer
Pacing roads to find
A seed of

are the trees
Rotten pulp inside and never
sucking, thieving from my source
Tired boughs for the light

It is all pretension
Harlequin
Awaiting for a lifetime
As die alone
With no one by their
Are they

Stark
the soul
Unfettered inside
sovereign control

And now the are burning
Tearing life crops
blackened remains
Still smoldering