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 won't wait
never to to your dustbound shrine
all that you gathered you no time
spirit of unrest of the sublime
grave mystery of mortal's
in the end will the ever rise?

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

Touch and like a torch burn
cast upon your
lightning of rapture
my of passion and grace
joyfully I shall
in longing for your

All those minor I've died
All those times I've
weary your eternity
exhausted by tenderness
flame of lust extinguished in the ocean of

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