Luyện nghe bài hát Rooted Shadows

A in the air
Atmospheric sweeping on bohemian campgrounds
When the voices of carry the entranced
wanderers in a ring of
Creating strange dancing shadowy shapes blessed by

The scent of incenses and spices
A nomad ritual of for dryads and their sylvan kind
from the earth by the fouls

...and as the roaring melts away the sadness
The of fate are cast to the west
In a last hope for these lives
Torn from the by the fouls
A curse upon the emperors and their mighty
May the polluted wind rightfully the wheels of gold;
infect once and for all corrupted shells
...and let choke

These souls sang an ultimate cry
For the pain, for the
Cause by leprechauns
Purse-driven greedy

These gypsy sang an ultimate time
For the pain, for the
A feast of atrocity by so called nobles
...but now the Djinn, make a wish...

The sour taste of horizons
Compel spirits to achieve mutations
In the of the Rooted Ones, united in silence
Let ancient ways of respect restore the rightful
Transmute these ashes into fabulous
Water to is nothing...creators

These souls sang an ultimate cry
For the pain, for the
Cause by clone-minded
Purse-driven assassins

These gypsy souls sang an ultimate
For the pain, for the
A feast of offered by so called nobles