Luyện nghe bài hát Hallways Of Enchanted Ebony

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

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

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

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

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

Hear call...
endless halls 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 sky, no colors left in this world

It was the end

by Haughm (12/97 - 2/98)]