Luyện nghe bài hát Athene Noctua

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

And the paints
black on grey on grey
it's sad farewell and chronos won't
never to return to your shrine
all that you gathered buys you no
of unrest fear of the sublime
grave mystery of mortal's
in the end will the ever rise?

If becomes your dungeon
reach deep within
for the soul of hidden
to set recklessly free
for right and who's wrong
in a of passion
in the House of and Lie
only fear of self annihilates the

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

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

Here is the life is coming and going
and becoming of the ones one
symmetry of harmony under the sun