Luyện nghe bài hát Ten Winters Apart, Pt. 2: Song of Mourn

No man an
Swept away with tide
Land a mare, saddled
By masters eager to

With open arms west disarmed
Blood lets the blood, scars on feuds to

Between claimed
Iron curtains waive on
on soil of mine
And coiled here within

open arms whole west disarmed
Yield the last
Blood lets the scars on feuds to carve

Long are the voice and lore
Our daughters fled shores
Who bears the songs of mourn
With new shadowed from dawn

Long gone are the born
hands of mine sent them forth
Who then bears the of war
When my loins are to core

gone are the voice and lore
Our daughters fled shores
Who then bears the songs of
With new shadowed from dawn

Long gone are the born
These hands of mine sent them
Who then the wounds of war
When my loins are to core

gone are the voice and lore
Who bears the songs of mourn
gone
Long