Luyện nghe bài hát Moor

The sigh of upon my return
alike since I was here
Bathed in deep fog, blurring my
the first morning rays

Weary from what might have ages
calm with my mind at peace
Would I prosper or fall, the past
The lapse of the moment took turn

I was foul and tainted, of faith
Wearing my mask at birth
The hands of God, decrepit and
Cold and then nothing

I was taken away my plight
A treason bestowed to the
Branded a with fevered blood
Ungodly freak,

touch, writhing in the embers
Damp mud burning in my
All the turned away
And all sneer at my demise

Outcast with dogmas below
Seared and beaten, from where I was born
No would help me on my way
In the pouring rain nothing is the

in ashes
I pledge to no one
and spiteful
All shudder at the of my name
If you'll bear with me, you'll of me

There is no in these eyes
For any of you but one
the mist for now
Melinda is the reason why I've

She is water drops the pyre
A in my hands
and torn, aged and brown
Virtuous shell with kindred

I awoke the miasma
swiftly through the moor
This is here, stir
And in the distance all that was

If you'll with me
You'll of me
You'd never me to
A with you