Luyện nghe bài hát Wayward Verities

For was the night
And full of
Dawns in light
Spring of change
Boil blood of
Throats finding
Red of freedom
once was no choice

Reign
free

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

the order
Truth
are the branches
On hollow tree of

Barkskin of
We flay this elm
On nothing he
Tyrant

Reign
Reign

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

mind belying 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 for higher belief
More than virgin's grief