Luyện nghe bài hát Wayward Verities

For dark was the
And full of
thrive in light
Spring of change
blood of reform
Throats voice
Red of freedom
Where once was no

free
Reign

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

Harness the
Truth
Rotten are the
On tree of realm

of unrest
We flay this elm
On he dances
condemned

Reign
Reign

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

Quiescent belying reason

me on scarred licit mask
My of clay and funeral wax

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