Luyện nghe bài hát Hallways Of Enchanted Ebony

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

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

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

No of life 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 shall open no more, frozen tightly by the embrace of death
A charnel house of memories torn and burning melancholy embrace me now

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

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

No of life and beauty
No bloodred sky, no colors in this world

It was the end

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