Luyện nghe bài hát Hidden in a Fog

(Music by Nergal, by Tomas Krajewski)

Night in the mountains comes with the fly of a
Carpathians bathed in the of the moon
In old ruins where the shadows
Are the shine from the stars
remembers days of glory
Several hundreds passed in silence
Not a soul has been seen

I am standing on a
So is the sky
I am drinking the cold of night
Old grey wolf lying my feet
Is the hand of mine

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

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

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

Frenzy of lust, of pain
She was fourteen
No cry has burst 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 my anthem of triumph
Echoes in mountains
Like from thorn opened arteries
Poison flows down the
Somewhere far a howling can be heard
Oh, how beautiful is the in Transylvania!

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