Luyện nghe bài hát Wayward Verities

For dark was the
And of banes
thrive in light
Spring of change
blood of reform
Throats voice
Red taste of
once was no choice

Reign
Reign

It is the new
Truth to be the
Call no man
Until he for higher belief
More than virgin's grief

the order
Truth
Rotten are the
On hollow of realm

of unrest
We flay this elm
On nothing he
Tyrant

free
Reign

It is the new
to be the last
Call no man
Until he for higher belief
More than virgin's grief

Quiescent mind reason

Attire me on scarred licit
My throne of clay and wax

It is the new
Truth to be the
no man free
Until he falls for higher
pure than virgin's grief