Luyện nghe bài hát Hidden in a Fog

(Music by Nergal, by Tomas Krajewski)

in the mountains comes with the fly of a raven
Carpathians bathed in the light of the
In old ruins where the dying
Are the shine from the stars
Nobody remembers of glory
hundreds years passed in silence
Not a has been seen here

I am standing on a
So is the sky
I am the cold of this night
Old grey wolf upon my feet
Is the hand 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!
race of the mortals

magic of wolfish teethes, of bats
guards of religion
Old as the itself
The cult of the

Frenzy of lust, frenzy of
She was fourteen
No cry has burst from her
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

only my anthem of triumph
Echoes in mountains
Like from thorn opened arteries
Poison flows the tongue
Somewhere far away a howling can be
Oh, how beautiful is the in Transylvania!

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