Luyện nghe bài hát Moor

The sigh of upon my return
alike since I was here
Bathed in fog, blurring my trail
Snuffing the first rays

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

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

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

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

Outcast with forged below
Seared and beaten, banished from where I was
No would help me on my way
In the pouring rain nothing is the

in ashes
I myself to no one
Seethed and
All shudder at the call of my
If you'll with me, you'll fear of me

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

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

I from the miasma
Passing 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 with you