Luyện nghe bài hát Half Moons, Half Centuries

From the stairway he threw with the unknown,
the of truth and the cohort of fools.
Named the man of for the back of his hands,
marked in numbers fourteen and two fours.

From the stairway, he entered the door
the torches lit a fire, his marks were glowing more.

He entered the room, the walls of stone
as the cohort at the door were for his blood
the candle in his left and the in his right
his heart spoke the names and his were all a light.

The man called of
his hands were the night
the of dead moon

And the moon in blood,
and his pierced it`s fragile heart.

The man of black
his were lighting the night
the night of the dead

were many at the door, when he spoke towards,
the icon at the aisle, was the night he adored.