Luyện nghe bài hát Velvet Thorns (of Drynhwyl)

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

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

Still I with open wounds but the third is now rising
the ashes of a dying love, a new soul is born
Watch the feathers snow in the winter
The angels fell, so splendid to rape

Tall are the that dance before me
As show the way to the dawn
An autumn forest never reach
to sorrow

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

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

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

Follow the wind, go north east
To the purest of
Go to the forest that will end
There you'll your fate

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

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

Sadness, ohh

See my final
In the trees you will my voice
Ever calling, ever

in front of our eyes
A circle you've made
As you leave and I have to stay

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