Luyện nghe bài hát Held In Hollows

Through mass
A scourge
Brought three forth
And set

these hundreds of years
The embers and fate will
Her rotten heart has
And shattered through dead

When they drank from the earth, the end was
Tracing paths that once ran and pure
Suffused within, the decay
Now snapped into dust, their splinters

But a tithe to the wind, his frail
Clawed for the then came undone
all hope fails in the last broken bough
Her strength be gone

Churning ash and in the bitter winds
Crack the and burn the sky
A wry procession of
nothing remains

But changes...
In destruction she will

Arising in glory, the searing
Crimson-handed of death
Under the eye of furies
Bury their hearts