Luyện nghe bài hát Thousandfold

Sprinkled by the
Of words the outlines
Blur on the that made history

The folk is
Parrot the up tale
The lure of a meaning

Cheat, you had to
An enemy
To receive absolution
A frothy poor excuse for foray
To disengage the of your encumbrance

All our

me

Truths
Forever
me

Marching with ten
Whilst crucial weapon's not the
But the feather, in your hand

Penned in
Your tales rule the forum
it into the battlefield

I, the spectral
Evoking these fears
your conscript fathers
I smile at my and while I die
I the roots of my perseverance

All our

me

Truths
Forever
me

All our

me

Truths
Forever
me