Luyện nghe bài hát In Broken Images

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

peace I stride and flee
Your musing thoughts caressed by
I hear nightingales, they sing
My dreams to heal

rose should never die
My grief lies onward, joy
But nature calls it to be
So tired my woe...

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

What freezings I felt
dark days seen in sleep a kind
Mounted on the wind your
to touch the seals

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

For never resting time leads
on my heart is
Withing this would iron did impress
there a river whispering run
The very birds are
The the winter's near
Their sings, wet my eyes
my world with weeping earnestly

Too hot the eye of heaven
Anon, the I will find
Praise vermilion in the rose
What tree or stone want a soul?

Light, thy in my sight
It's within his hands
grounded in my heart
Disguised in veils

shadows wear away
How many mornings I seen?