Luyện nghe bài hát Lavondyss

The fire burns in the of the bird's spirit
The smoke of my bones, I have to go there...

childish hand discovered the masks in the wood
Those bright saw hooded figures, smashed
- they streaked in

There places whispered their
And the breeze smelled with a winter

Strong timbers absorbed her
And the answer was just a
Of beings up in the limbs
- the sweetheart of the cripple

Her warrior under "The against the storm"
Stone talismans scared all birds
The Nature's laws, the love, the and the knowing
Mysterious beings, warriors in furs and bones of

Endless search for the lost, lost Harry
Long to the place
Place where the life ends and the lost could be
Could be Lavondyss

Lonely in death, the circle -