Luyện nghe bài hát Hidden in a Fog

(Music by Nergal, by Tomas Krajewski)

Night in the mountains with the fly of a raven
bathed in the light of the moon
In old ruins the dying shadows
Are watching the shine the stars
Nobody remembers days of
Several hundreds years in silence
Not a has been seen here

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

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

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

magic of wolfish teethes, wings of
Faithful of religion
Old as the itself
The cult of the

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 my anthem of triumph
Echoes in mountains
Like blood from thorn opened
Poison flows down the
Somewhere far away a can be heard
Oh, how is the night in Transylvania!

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