Luyện nghe bài hát The Watcher's Monolith

Blue textures cascade downward to the of the monolith
brush strokes on a canvas of souls
Two arms reach out a cloak of silent
untouched by the scythe
They are lost in the woods of time

Aloft in the landscape you hail
I am the fog that seeps over here in the early

Standing in the hollow of the land
A vestige of purity etched in spirit against the sky

The menhir had carved in limbs of oaken sovereignty
and could see the ages growing within the palms
I can feel the era into oblivion,
no longer the textures
I am slowly becoming

As celebrate the dusk,
an old of wisdom haunts the vale

Shapes flicker in the fire light through the
The woodlands burn grace
Their silence the age

As wandering pass through the flames
A new age of rebirth the dawn

But who are they who by the window?
The shapes; black solar wheels scorched in the snow
by of the stone...
This elder stone shall fall!

Cast the into the void
So that no other can seek
No age, no shall taint them
Pour the into the sun
They are lost forever in woods of time
Carve the into the stone
So that can find them
No age, no hands shall them
the ages into the sun
They are lost forever in the dark woods of