Luyện nghe bài hát Velvet Thorns (of Drynhwyl)

Ten Strings of on a violin sad
I the mountains where the frost begin
The northern storm is me
To the

Silently the night fly
last scream, my eternal dirge
Under the full moon, a
In the

Still I walk with wounds but the third is now rising
Through the of a dying love, a new soul is born
the feathers like snow in the winter
The angels that fell, so to rape

Tall are the shadows that before me
As they the way to the dawn
An autumn forest that reach
Condemned to

wind, like a spirit fly
Through the autumn trees the sky
Hoofs are pounding, in the above
Chariot of sorrow, me die

the violin, so sad and blackened
Like a breeze, the of Drynhwyl
Chasing the wind, like my die
Dreaming of the queen, the of roses

Now die, pure sorrow flow
My souls funeral, too to the end
Now they die, purest pours
Forever die, but I must, I die
the sky, behind the forest, I must die

Follow the wind, go north child
To the purest of
Go to the forest will never end
There you'll find fate

And to the I rode, on the coldest of winds
I watched the mountains where the frost
no angels ever dare to tread
Where is all mine

At I found the throne of bereavement
Grim and bleak to the sky
The velvet thorns of Drynhwyl are
And so are death and

Sadness, ohh

See my final
In the trees you hear my voice
calling, ever falling

Darkness in front of our
A darkened circle made
As you leave and I have to stay

Ten Strings of on a violin sad
Flowing tunes on autumn
Ashes in the northern storm
I can fly