Luyện nghe bài hát Held In Hollows

Through mass
A scourge
Brought three forth
And set

these hundreds of years
The embers and fate collide
Her rotten has burst
And through dead wood

they drank from the earth, the end was near
Tracing paths once ran alone and pure
Suffused within, the decay
Now snapped dust, their splinters fall

But a tithe to the wind, his frail
Clawed for the moon came undone
When all hope fails in the last bough
Her will be gone

ash and husks in the bitter winds
Crack the earth and the sky
A wry procession of
Where remains

But changes...
In she will create

Arising in glory, the gaze
specter of death
Under the blood eye of
their feeble hearts