Luyện nghe bài hát Moor

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

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

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

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

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

Outcast dogmas forged below
and beaten, banished from where I was born
No would help me on my way
In the pouring nothing is the same

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

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

She is drops over the pyre
A in my hands
Stained and torn, aged and
Virtuous with kindred innocence

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

If bear with me
fear of me
You'd leave me to
A with you