Luyện nghe bài hát Wayward Verities

For was the night
And of banes
Dawns in light
Spring reeks of
Boil of reform
finding voice
Red taste of
once was no choice

Reign
free

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

the order
Truth
Rotten are the
On tree of realm

of unrest
We flay this elm
On he dances
condemned

Reign
free

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

Quiescent belying reason

Attire me on licit mask
My throne of and funeral wax

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