Luyện nghe bài hát Reverie/Harlquin Forest

Into the
Past meadow
And further away from my
behind me
I hear the
Flock's chasing to find me

A of sickness
to me
If I am
Then you see

the darkness
And
I'm away from the sun
Will rest
never be at ease
All my matter's so I run

A of sickness
to me
If I am
you will see

There falls
hands released the blade
Insane regrets at the
Instruments of death me

Lose all to a little
At your it's justified
And dismiss demons
As death a jest
You are the stock
Of the absinthe
Confession stuck in mouth
And long gone fevers

Nocturnally
And in the light
Depending on a
Pacing deserted roads to
A seed of

They are the
pulp inside and never well
Roots are sucking, from my source
boughs reaching for the light

It's all false
forest
Awaiting redemption for a
As they die
no one by their side
Are forgiven?

Stark
Poisoning the
beast inside
(Claiming) Claiming sovereign

And now the are burning
Tearing life-crops
Useless blackened
pyre smoldering.