Luyện nghe bài hát Ethereal Visions Part II

A winding in a quiet and cold storm.
It ascents and higher to an abyssal summit,
Abrupt where sink the grounded souls,
The spirits by the fire, the blood, the desire,
The dishannonic and music of the impious cries,
The of a dark etemal church,
The love dies in a nauseous rale,
Vomiting her sweetness in a melodic and proud crescendo,
Led the transparent and fantastic colours,

The hears his last prayer
under the broken vault of stonework which vibrates into
it Is Not And Will Soon No More BE,
Insufflating him its fluid
which curdles the rhythm of the requiem.
The piercing are at the apogee,
The of the universe implodes under the pressure of the tears,
The are near,
I her breath beneath the trees,
And let me lay on the grey grass,
Her perfume is sinking and I indulge