Luyện nghe bài hát Of Stone, Wind And Pillor

...It was not long ago I had fallen from this mortal world,
in dream flight to pierce the horizon as a bird...

Is this life the pillor I bear?
To grow in this wretched
...With each day I burn...
The birds above, ride the winds
And from each piercing dangles a soul

The stone awaits my
Upon a grave I dug
The sing their requiems
Please me your wisdom to fly above the heavens,
Across seas of gold, to my of frostbitten, ageless night

Let me dig my own
Let me, oh precious noose of
You are my mother, whose around my neck
Grants me a of cold nihility
An endless night
A bitter, black frozen
For me
Forever!

Is this the pillor I bear?
To die on fucking world?
...With I die and burn...
The birds above, they caress the
lend me the wisdom to fly...

[Written by J. ('97)]