Luyện nghe bài hát Hallways Of Enchanted Ebony

Kiss me coldly and drain this from my lips
Let the cold blood flow on own...
Kiss me coldly and fall from the soul
forgotten...

From which of this oak shall I hang
ebon halls are always dark...
From which frostbitten bough shall I

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was the end

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