Luyện nghe bài hát Athene Noctua

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

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

If freedom becomes your
reach within yourself
for the soul of erotic
to set recklessly free
for who's right and who's
in a of passion
in the House of and Lie
only fear of self the soul

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

All those minor I've died
All times I've rested
weary upon your
exhausted by tenderness
flame of lust in the ocean of love

is the wisdom: life is coming and going
and of the ones into one
of souls harmony under the sun