Luyện nghe bài hát Hidden in a Fog

(Music by Nergal, by Tomas Krajewski)

Night in the mountains with the fly of a raven
Carpathians bathed in the light of the
In old where the dying shadows
Are the shine from the stars
Nobody days of glory
Several hundreds years in silence
Not a soul has been seen

I am on a hill
So is the sky
I am drinking the of this night
Old grey wolf upon my feet
Is licking the hand of

It is night...in my
It is moon...in my
I am hidden in a fog- my own

Small in a valley
in a fear, in a fear of me!
Loathsome race of the

magic of teethes, wings of bats
Faithful of religion
Old as the itself
The of the undead

Frenzy of lust, frenzy of
She was only
No cry has burst from her
Pity she had to die
but how sweet was her

It is night...in my
It is moon...in my
I am in a fog
My own

Sometimes only my anthem of
in mountains landscape
Like blood from thorn arteries
Poison flows the tongue
Somewhere far away a can be heard
Oh, how beautiful is the in Transylvania!

Frenzy of lust, of pain
is life...ETERNAL!