Luyện nghe bài hát Athene Noctua

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

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

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

Touch and like a I'll burn
cast upon your
lightning moment of
my hour of passion and
joyfully I shall
in for your bliss

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

Here is the wisdom: life is coming and
and of the ones into one
symmetry of souls under the sun