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 your dustbound
all that you buys you no time
of unrest fear of the sublime
grave of mortal's life
in the end the spirit ever rise?

If freedom becomes dungeon
reach deep within
for the soul of hidden
to set recklessly free
for who's and who's wrong
in a merry-go-round of
in the of Truth and Lie
only fear of self the soul

Touch and like a torch burn
cast your endlessness
lightning moment of
my of passion and grace
joyfully I perish
in for your bliss

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

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