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 the candle's 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 still in marble of forlorn angels
console the fertility of your bosoms,
They'll give as gift a rose for you
But there is not black flower,
a thorn of a cursed rose
Pricked in angelical finger
And beautiful, the blood drain

And my tortuous and serpentine will dry this red tear,
When my chains you,
When your and gold hair interlace
strange force in my hands,
My will be long, but my time infinite
The aren't immortal.