Luyện nghe bài hát Wayward Verities

For was the night
And of banes
Dawns thrive in
reeks of change
Boil blood of
Throats voice
Red of freedom
Where was no choice

Reign
Reign

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

Harness the
Truth
are the branches
On tree of realm

Barkskin of
We flay from elm
On nothing he
Tyrant

free
Reign

It is the new
to be the last
Call no man
he falls for higher belief
More pure than grief

Quiescent mind reason

Attire me on licit mask
My throne of clay and wax

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