Luyện nghe bài hát Velvet Thorns (of Drynhwyl)

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

Silently the night fly
Their last scream, my dirge
the full moon, a funeral
In the

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

Tall are the shadows that before me
As they the way to the dawn
An autumn forest that never
Condemned to

Chasing wind, like a fly
the autumn trees towards the sky
Hoofs are pounding, in the above
of sorrow, watch me die

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

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

the wind, go north east child
To the of winters
Go to the forest that never end
There you'll find fate

And to the north I rode, on the coldest of
I watched the mountains where the began
Where no ever dare to tread
Where 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 final
In the trees you will my voice
calling, ever falling

Darkness in of our eyes
A darkened you've made
As you darkness and I have to stay

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