Luyện nghe bài hát Hallways Of Enchanted Ebony

Kiss me and drain this life from my lips
Let the cold 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 frostbitten bough shall I die?

As dark as the winter, as black as her veil
As cold as her and chilling gown

No corridors of life and
These enchanted halls are with the blood of night
Ebon halls gleam as ghosts of a fire dance wickedly across a pantheon of

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

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

As dark as the winter, as as her grim mask of death
As cold as her sorrow, her tears

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

It was the end

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