Luyện nghe bài hát Athene Noctua

(Blissmaster's Ball in the Hall of Twilight) 36, Bb-minor

And the paints
black on black grey on
it's sad and chronos won't wait
never to return to your dustbound
all you gathered buys you no time
spirit of unrest of the sublime
mystery of mortal's life
in the end the spirit ever rise?

If becomes your dungeon
reach deep yourself
for the soul of erotic
to set self free
for right and who's wrong
in a merry-go-round of
in the of Truth and Lie
only fear of self the soul

and like a torch I'll burn
cast upon your
lightning of rapture
my hour of and grace
joyfully I perish
in for your bliss

All those deaths I've died
All those I've rested
weary upon your
exhausted by tenderness
flame of extinguished in the ocean of love

Here is the wisdom: life is coming and
and becoming of the into one
of souls harmony under the sun