Luyện nghe bài hát Morning Crimson

Red burning slow
the night, soft whispers echo
tides of darkness flowing like
crimson colours, our hearts
the sky so distant and bright.

Screams whispered, won
we are to roam, destination never shown
those in mist, gleam in night
without we dominate.

The dying light of eternal
above it all fall
thunderstorm of rage, lead us to the
and stones, swords for the moon.

Screams whispered, won
we are to roam, destination never shown
gaze those in mist, gleam in
without we dominate.

Under the clouds, in of night
we walk through the ashes and
in the light of the stormy day
born out of thorns from kiss.

whispered, memories won
we are free to roam, destination never
gaze those in mist, in night
without we dominate.