Luyện nghe bài hát Devil Bride, our Erotic Dark Desires

Grief...
...It's our splendor.
An tragedy of
Our erotic desires,
I'm insane, insane

in the funeral,
Nobody cries to the coffin
This lies under the flame,
The flame as a sinuous and seductive body of
A viper

are not flowers in the sad grave,
There's a and empty forgetfulness sensation,
The is the essence of the life,
An endless anxiety, course,
But there are statues in marble of forlorn angels
They the fertility of your bosoms,
give as gift a black rose for you
But also there is not flower,
Just a thorn of a cursed
Pricked in your finger
And beautiful, the blood drain

And my tortuous and tongue will dry this red tear,
When my chains you,
When your and gold hair interlace
With strange in my hands,
My journey be long, but my time infinite
The angels immortal.