Luyện nghe bài hát In The Shadow Of Our Pale Companion

Through valleys I wonder
To the peaks
On pathways through a wild landscape
In search of God, in of man
'til the lost endless. . .
is where I choose to tread

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

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

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

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

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

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

is the landscape
is the sun
Here at the edge of the
Where is the
Has he fallen to

As I'm by the shadow of death's hand
My heathen pride is across the land