Luyện nghe bài hát Aphelion

Yearning for of yore in elysian daydreams
with a fatal gloss a confounding mirror of souls
Dance the winterwinds in thy visions so sanguine
Glance Stygian streams where lies hidden a pale secrecy

Hark... of the siren
yearn for the days when thou was

Sworn to a an arcanum devotee
Mourning a life with a descendance of watery argentine
of thy frailty endure the exsanguine
Glance closed eyelids the conundrum of all mysteries

Hark... lures of the
yearn for the days when blithe was

in life...
My heart with in times...
I'm weak... too weak...

Wan circling skies secretes... silvering
to me Aphelion
Thou are the fields where we still

Exhaust in thy waning
My on a broken mirror
Where the of night and day seems as one
May thy lids again on a vast and frail crusade
Invigoration of pain pervation this