Luyện nghe bài hát Wasted Lands

[Music & by Suidakra]

I faced my way
The still burned
To see the and dales
My still yearned for

by bleakness
Osseous seemen to
the silence

A of ruins
winds of dust tried to
All

A figure cowered
At the heart of wasted lands
his head a mere skull
the yield of in his hands

" I beyond all fear
and here in my liefeless
grow your given seed
the flaw "

On the ground of his I
saw a drowned in fear
In the deep he the airy play
Of who can fly while
fear turned into

Woe betide him and his tainted
Seeds of despair won`t grow with tears of
So I left wilted man and his vale of woe
To Resume my own path of