Luyện nghe bài hát Hallways Of Enchanted Ebony

Kiss me coldly and drain life from my lips
Let the blood flow on it's own...
Kiss me and fall away from the soul
forgotten...

From which of this oak shall I myself?
These ebon halls are dark...
From which frostbitten shall I die?

As dark as the winter, as as her ghastly veil
As cold as her whisper and gown

No of life and beauty
These enchanted halls are stained with the of night
Ebon halls gleam as ghosts of a fire dance wickedly a pantheon of marble

These weary eyes shall open no more, frozen tightly by the cold embrace of
A charnel house of torn and burning melancholy shall embrace me now

this call...
Beyond endless and far across the vast forest, just across the iron gates
Whispers...

As dark as the winter, as black as her grim mask of
As as her sorrow, her ivory tears

No corridors of and beauty
No bloodred sky, no colors left in this

It was the end

[Music by (12/97 - 2/98)]