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

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

Tall are the shadows that before me
As they show the way to the
An autumn that never reach
to sorrow

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

Hear the violin, so sad and
Like a breeze, the songs of
the wind, like my spirit die
Dreaming of the queen, the of roses

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

Follow the wind, go east child
To the purest of
Go to the forest that never end
you'll find your fate

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

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

Sadness, ohh

See my sacrifice
In the trees you will hear my
Ever calling, ever

Darkness in front of our
A darkened circle you've
As you leave darkness and I have to

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