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 ring of
strange sorrowful dancing shadowy shapes blessed by

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

...and as the roaring fire melts the sadness
The cards of fate are cast to the
In a last for these green lives
from the earth by the fouls
A curse upon the and their mighty delusions
May the wind rightfully melt the wheels of gold;
infect once and for all corrupted shells
...and let choke

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

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

The sour taste of horizons
Compel free spirits to mutations
In the name of the Rooted Ones, in silence
Let ancient of respect restore the rightful balance
Transmute ashes into fabulous landscape
to wine is nothing...creators

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

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