Luyện nghe bài hát Behold! The Night Mare

I faced the in your deep
Withstood the suitors' siege
Pulled down the heavens to
you, appease you
The wind blows, and I

I can't go on digging roses from grave
To on beyond the beyond
Where the willows and the whirlpools sleep
You'll find me the coarse tide sky

And the mare rides on
And the night rides on
With a December black
And the night rides on

Where I fear is lost
The wind blows, and I

All you to do is run away
And steal yourself me
Become a mystery to gaze
You're so in all you do
But I believe, I believe in you

So may you come your own knives
You'll take me alive
With all the force of is true
Is there I can do?

I go on digging roses from your grave
To on beyond the beyond
Where the willows weep and the whirlpools
find me

And the night rides on
And the mare rides on
With a black psalm
And the mare rides on

faced the fathoms in your deep
Withstood the quiet siege
Pulled the heavens just to please you
To hold the I can't keep