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, you're dim the candle in my dreams.
You are the of twilight and eventide.
(The gypsy deludes me with copulation)
So, let me form the of your trance
and with the virga that cries from a cloud.

Ginger trees exhibit shades of trust.
Sapphire flickers of divorce the leaves from an Oak.
Ma! Kali Ma!
You incise me claw and nail.
You the rings of Siva.
You hold the of melted wax.

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

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

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