Luyện nghe bài hát Hallways Of Enchanted Ebony

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No corridors of life and
No bloodred sky, no colors left in world

It was the end

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