Luyện nghe bài hát Rooted Shadows

A in the air
Atmospheric matrix on bohemian campgrounds
When the voices of violoins carry the
wanderers in a ring of
Creating strange sorrowful dancing shadowy shapes by

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

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

These gypsy souls sang an cry
For the pain, for the
by clone-minded 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 comes the Djinn, a wish...

The sour of blackened horizons
Compel free spirits to achieve
In the name of the Rooted Ones, united in
Let ancient ways of respect the rightful balance
Transmute these ashes into fabulous
Water to is nothing...creators

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

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