Luyện nghe bài hát Her Ghost In The Fog (edit version)

The moon, she hangs like a portrait
winds whisper the bidding of trees
As this starts with a shattered glass heart
And the trampling of dreams

But oh, no please
Fear and may accompany death
But it is desire that its certainty
As we see

She was divinity's that kissed in cold mirrors
A queen of snow, far beyond
Lips attuned to symmetry sought her
Dark eyes, an Arabian nightmare

She shone on watercolors of my pond as pearl
Until those who couldn't have her, cut her of this world

That fateful eve when the stank of sunset and camphor
Their lanterns phantoms and threw
An inquisitive glance, like the shadows cast
On my love picking rue by the light of the

Putting reason to flight or to death is way
They through woods mesmerized
By the taffeta ley of her hips held sway
Over all they surveyed save a mist on the
A deadly blessing to her ghost in the fog
They raped and left, men of God, her ghost in the fog

Dawn discovered her beneath the cedar's stare
Silk dress torn, her raven hair flown to gown her beauty
Was starred with frost, I knew her
I wept 'til tears back to prayer

She'd sworn me in fragrant blood
"Never to part, jealous Heaven stole our hearts"
Then this I ,"Come back to me
For I was in love with thee
So why should fate in between?"

And as I her gentle curves
With dreams unsaid and words
I espied a gleam trodden to
The bell tower key

The village mourned her by
For been a witch, their men had longed to try
And I broke under seeking guilty signs
My soul on ice

A of snow, far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry, her everywhere
Trappistine eyes, an nightmare
She was Ursuline possessed of a milky white
My porcelain yin, a graceful of sin

And so for her the breeze of sunset and camphor
My lantern her phantom and blew
chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain
Best reserved for judgment that their construed

reason to flight or to flame unashamed, I swept from cries
Mesmerized by the taffeta ley of her that held sway
Over all at bay, save a mist on the rise
A final blessing to hide, her in the fog
And I where lovers rot, her ghost in the fog
Her in the fog, her ghost in the fog