Luyện nghe bài hát Moor

The of summer upon my return
alike since I was here
Bathed in deep fog, my trail
the first morning rays

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

I was foul and tainted, devoid of
my death mask at birth
The hands of God, decrepit and
caress and then nothing

I was taken from my plight
A treason bestowed to the
Branded a with fevered blood
freak, defiler

Pale touch, in the embers
Damp mud in my eyes
All the faces away
And all would sneer at my

Outcast dogmas forged below
and beaten, banished from where I was born
No mercy would me on my way
In the pouring rain is the same

in ashes
I pledge to no one
and spiteful
All shudder at the call of my
If you'll bear me, you'll fear of me

There is no forgiveness in these
For any of you but one
Dispel the for now
is the reason why I've come

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

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

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