Luyện nghe bài hát Through Ashen Meadows

...and my scrolls of earthen unfurl,
with woe and scarlet slumber,
hastening to itself into the richest tears of a faceless vagabond,
a heir of thorns, spat from the darkness between
and in the undreamt marrow of none
and all what may sharpen talons more than the fiery streams amidst?
no balm of rapture will ever ease this bittersweet existence
nocturnal lamentation, my beloved tragedy!
dancing and crying I am
and will always be thirsting for of impurest pain,
pouring so from the scar of my brief being,
forever storming through the meadows beneath...