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 farewell and chronos won't
never to to your dustbound shrine
all that you buys you no time
spirit of unrest fear of the
grave of mortal's life
in the end will the ever rise?

If freedom becomes your
deep within yourself
for the soul of hidden
to set recklessly free
for who's right and wrong
in a of passion
in the of Truth and Lie
fear of self annihilates the soul

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

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

Here is the wisdom: life is and going
and becoming of the ones one
symmetry of souls under the sun