Luyện nghe bài hát In The Shadow Of Our Pale Companion

Through valleys I wonder
To the peaks
On through a wild forgotten landscape
In search of God, in of man
the lost forsaken endless. . .
This is where I to tread

Fall. . .so shall we fall the nihil?
The that we feel in the arms of the pale
In the of the grim companion who walks with us

is the landscape
is the sun
Here in the balance of the
is the god?
Has he fallen and us?

As I'm by the shadow of death's hand
The fire in my is forged across the land

Here at the edge of this
Here I gaze at a pantheon of oak, a citadel of
If grand panorama before me is what you call God. . .
God is not dead

I down to a river and sat in reflection of what had to be done
An offering of crimson flowed into the below
A wound of spirit from which it floated and faded

. . .like every I've ever had. . .
. . .like dream I've ever known. . .
It away in a tide of longing, a longing for a better world
my will, my throat, to the river, and into the sea. . .
. . .wash away. . .
. . .fade away. . .

Here is the
is the sun
Here at the of the earth
Where is the
Has he to ruin?

As I'm stalked by the of death's hand
My pride is scarred across the land