Luyện nghe bài hát Customs Of Tasseomancy (quoth The Sky, Nevermore) Act I

Two are calling me to the "grounds" where I use to plead.
Madeleine, my animated sister, dim like the candle in my dreams.
You are the Succubus of and eventide.
(The that deludes me with copulation)
So, let me the contours of your trance
and with the virga that cries from a cloud.

Ginger trees exhibit shades of trust.
Sapphire flickers of light divorce the from an Oak.
Ma! Kali Ma!
You incise me with and nail.
You hold the of Siva.
You hold the shapes of wax.

Praise this disrespectful light for down.
Tasseomancy!
Time frames warp you through the frames of time.
Tasseomancy!

Ta gaoth lamhfhada ag eiteall anocht san aer!
Magdalens, Tu non lou pas de bon cor!
If the process of the incantations were incorrectly,
then sketches of the moon whined the melted ice (...oh, so slowly.)

Two are calling me to the "grounds" where I use to plead.
Madeleine, my animated sister, you are dim the candle in my dreams.
You are the Succubus of and eventide.
(The gypsy that deludes me copulation)
So, let me the contours of your trance
and lament with the virga cries from a cloud.