Luyện nghe bài hát In Memory Of Shadows' Madame

Diaphanous who silent rides death's wisdom
It's said you when the weary sky was sinking
into its eternal
And only your cry would have announced a new dawn
Mistress of the air shaking the fronds of icy
who at dawn caresses the bare of foggy plains
You up as a lonely witness of existence's foolish theatre
On your visage the of a gloomy memory
Your wound false innocents' hearing
with truths and biting sentences
You knew the pleasure of senses
the poetry of wind, the of fire
will has the strength of thunder
Your spirit the of the final fight
Oh great mother who love generating hate
Enchanting muse of fancies
You will rise again from the
wrapping the great
Pure, joyful and immortal and light will eternally
you in the temple of the new dreams
In memory of Madame.