Luyện nghe bài hát Athene Noctua

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

And the paints
black on black grey on
it's sad farewell and won't wait
to return to your dustbound shrine
all that you buys you no time
spirit of fear of the sublime
grave mystery of life
in the end will the spirit rise?

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

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

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

Here is the wisdom: is coming and going
and becoming of the into one
symmetry of harmony under the sun