Luyện nghe bài hát The Watcher's Monolith

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

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

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

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

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

Shapes flicker in the light through the windows
The woodlands burn grace
silence drowns the age

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

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

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