Luyện nghe bài hát Half Moons, Half Centuries

From the stairway he with the languages unknown,
the words of and the cohort of fools.
Named the man of for the back of his hands,
where in numbers fourteen and two fours.

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

He the room, lighting the walls of stone
as the at the door were pounding for his blood
the candle in his left and the book in his
his heart spoke the names and his hands all a light.

The man of black
his hands were lightning the
the of dead moon

And the wept in blood,
and his words it`s fragile heart.

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

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