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 where the dying shadows
Are the shine from the stars
Nobody remembers days of
hundreds years passed in silence
Not a soul has been here

I am standing on a
So is the sky
I am drinking the of this night
Old grey wolf upon my feet
Is licking the of mine

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

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

magic of wolfish teethes, wings of
guards of religion
Old as the blood
The cult of the

Frenzy of lust, frenzy of
She was fourteen
No cry has from her lips
that 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 only my anthem of
Echoes in landscape
blood from thorn opened arteries
Poison flows down the
far away a howling can be heard
Oh, how beautiful is the in Transylvania!

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