Luyện nghe bài hát Rooted Shadows

A in the air
matrix sweeping on bohemian campgrounds
When the voices of violoins carry the
wanderers in a of firelight
Creating strange sorrowful shadowy shapes blessed by

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

...and as the roaring melts away the sadness
The cards of fate are to the west
In a last hope for these lives
Torn the earth by the fouls
A curse upon the and their mighty delusions
May the polluted rightfully melt the wheels of gold;
infect once and for all their shells
...and let them

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

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

The sour of blackened horizons
Compel free to achieve mutations
In the of the Rooted Ones, united in silence
Let ancient ways of respect restore the balance
these ashes into fabulous landscape
Water to is nothing...creators

These souls sang an ultimate cry
For the pain, for the
Cause by leprechauns
greedy assassins

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