Luyện nghe bài hát The Watcher's Monolith

Blue textures downward to the base of the monolith
brush strokes on a canvas of souls
Two arms reach out a of silent nihil
untouched by the scythe
They are lost in the dark of time

Aloft in the landscape you hail
I am the fog that over here in the early hours

Standing in the hollow of the land
A vestige of deeper purity in spirit against the sky

The menhir had runes carved in limbs of oaken
and could see the growing from within the palms
I can feel the era into oblivion,
no grasping the textures
I am slowly becoming

As wolves the dusk,
an old of wisdom haunts the vale

Shapes in the fire light through the windows
The woodlands burn with
Their drowns the age

As ghosts pass through the flames
A new age of rebirth the dawn

But who are who pass by the window?
The shapes; like black solar wheels scorched in the
by of the stone...
This elder shall never fall!

the aeons into the void
So that no other can them
No age, no hands shall them
Pour the into the sun
They are lost forever in woods of time
Carve the into the stone
So that another can find
No age, no shall change them
Pour the ages the sun
They are lost forever in the dark of time