Luyện nghe bài hát Whispering Soul

The Old were,
The Old are,
And the Old Ones be.....

A of shame,
He is caste in the maze of darkness,,
Waiting for the light's reaching the path
To the distant shrine of his atonement
Hope of repention buried under an ocean of tears,
Consumed with the pain of the gaze
The passage of time severing the shackles of his
An oath of damnation ordained by the mark of
Reaping the winter's harvests from sins
Equinoctial winds rhyming dirges of

These bloodstained hands - Can they claim
I can hear his word - Guiding me to the dawn of my
Shadows time - Sentinels of yore
Dreams of the vanquished - Lycantropic spin the web of communion

Beyond the blind of a pri-mordial conscience
The burden of sagacity the duality of fate
In this silent shelter the of light awaits
I am the nuptial gift to a dying