Luyện nghe bài hát Devil Bride, our Erotic Dark Desires

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

in the funeral,
Nobody to the solitary coffin
This under the candle's flame,
The flame dance as a sinuous and seductive of
A viper

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

And my and serpentine tongue will dry this red tear,
When my involve you,
When your long and gold interlace
With force in my hands,
My journey will be long, but my time
The aren't immortal.