Luyện nghe bài hát Rooted Shadows

A in the air
matrix sweeping on bohemian campgrounds
When the voices of violoins the entranced
wanderers in a ring of
strange sorrowful dancing shadowy shapes blessed by

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

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

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

These gypsy souls sang an 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 blackened
Compel free spirits to mutations
In the name of the Rooted Ones, united in
Let ancient ways of respect restore the rightful
Transmute these ashes into landscape
to wine is nothing...creators

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

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