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 dance as a sinuous and seductive body of
A woman

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

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