Luyện nghe bài hát In Broken Images

Grotesque
With falling snow
myth now melts away
Through bloody
it upstreams to see
this heartache me
my gaiety, tahng down it's golden mask
My tears ooze away on soil

Through peace I and flee
Your musing thoughts caressed by
I hear some nightingales, they
My withered dreams to

Beauty's should never die
My lies onward, joy behind
But nature it to be gone
So with my woe...

gusts of winter's day
For death I beg
Ere sun doth wake
Drown my memory

What freezings have I
what dark days seen in a kind
Mounted on the your bareness
to touch the seals

Stormy of winter's day
For restful I beg
Ere that sun wake
Drown my sins' black

For never resting time leads
on my is slain
Withing this would which did impress
there a river whispering run
The birds are mute
The the winter's near
Their sings, they wet my
Drown my world with earnestly

Too hot the eye of shined
Anon, the tunnel I find
Praise deep vermilion in the
tree or stone doth want a soul?

Light, thy picture in my
It's held within his
grounded in my heart
Disguised in veils

Morning wear away
How mornings have I seen?