Luyện nghe bài hát Of Stone, Wind And Pillor

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

Is this the pillor I must bear?
To grow in this wretched
...With hate day I burn...
The birds above, they ride the
And each piercing talon dangles a soul

The awaits my fall
Upon a grave I dug
The birds sing their
lend 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 womb my neck
Grants me a of cold nihility
An endless winter
A bitter, frozen hell
For me
Forever!

Is this the I must bear?
To die on this fucking
...With I die and burn...
The birds above, caress the winds
They me the wisdom to fly...

[Written by J. ('97)]