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 the dying shadows
Are watching the shine from the
Nobody days of glory
Several years passed in silence
Not a soul has seen here

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

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

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

of wolfish teethes, wings of bats
Faithful guards of
Old as the itself
The of the undead

Frenzy of lust, frenzy of
She was only
No cry has burst from her
that 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 of triumph
in mountains landscape
Like blood from opened arteries
flows down the tongue
Somewhere far a howling can be heard
Oh, how beautiful is the in Transylvania!

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