Luyện nghe bài hát This Old Cabin

...Blood on my hands...

I walked in the
'neth an midnight sky
I walked in the
to abscond a not my own
I in the night
this I hate

Destroy this life, life I hate
return me to the
thy crystalline
has finally
As rain paints itself
on the of youth
snowing still in my heart

Will I ride the summer
or dance apon the crimson
will I find paradise in
If I go into the woods
If I go to this

As flowers lust for the dew of morning
and infants on the nectar of motherhood
As prophets of ruin wield swords of wisdom
and battle forth towards a brighter

Take me away from
...Falling...
...Soaring...

If I go deep the woods
If I go to cabin
If I go deep the woods
If I go you follow?

...Falling...
...Soaring...
Take me from here

(This blood) on my
to celebrate my
My soul shall
for
...in silence...

[All poetry by J.