Luyện nghe bài hát Moor

The of summer upon my return
Fifteen since I was here
Bathed in fog, blurring my trail
Snuffing the first morning

Weary from what have been ages
calm with my mind at peace
Would I prosper or fall, drain the
The lapse of the took it's turn

I was foul and tainted, of faith
Wearing my death at birth
The hands of God, and thin
Cold and then nothing

I was taken away my plight
A treason bestowed to the
Branded a Jonah fevered blood
Ungodly freak,

Pale touch, writhing in the
mud burning in my eyes
All the turned away
And all sneer at my demise

with dogmas forged below
Seared and beaten, banished from I was born
No mercy help me on my way
In the rain nothing is the same

in ashes
I myself to no one
and spiteful
All at the call of my name
If you'll bear with me, you'll of me

There is no in these eyes
For any of you but one
the mist for now
Melinda is the why I've come

She is water drops over the
A thistle in my
and torn, aged and brown
Virtuous shell with kindred

I awoke the miasma
swiftly through the moor
This is here, waters
And in the distance all was lost

If bear with me
fear of me
You'd never me to
A fate you