Luyện nghe bài hát Harlequin Forest

Into the
Past meadow
And away from my home
Baying me
I the hounds
Flock's chasing to find me

A of sickness
to me
If I am
you will see

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

falls another
Vapor hands the blade
regrets at the drop
Instruments of death me

Lose all to a little
At your peril justified
And dismiss demons
As death becomes a
You are the laughing
Of the minded
stuck in your mouth
And gone fevers reappear

Nocturnally
And weak in the
Depending on a
Pacing roads to find
A of hope

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

It is all false
Harlequin
Awaiting for a lifetime
As they die
With no one by side
Are they

Stark
Poisoning the
Unfettered inside
Claiming control

And now the are burning
Tearing life asunder
Useless remains
pyre smoldering