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 in the light of the moon
In old ruins where the dying
Are the shine from the stars
Nobody remembers days of
hundreds years passed in silence
Not a soul has been seen

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 of mine

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

Small village in a
Sleeping in a fear, in a of me!
Loathsome of the mortals

magic of teethes, wings of bats
Faithful guards of
Old as the itself
The cult of the

Frenzy of lust, frenzy of
She was fourteen
No cry has from her lips
Pity she had to die
but how was her neck

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
flows down the tongue
Somewhere far away a howling can be
Oh, how beautiful is the in Transylvania!

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