Luyện nghe bài hát In Memory Of Shadows' Madame

Diaphanous figure who silent rides wisdom
It's said you came the weary sky was sinking
into its sleep
And that only your cry would announced a new dawn
Mistress of the air the fronds of icy hills
who at dawn the bare branches of foggy plains
You grew up as a lonely of existence's foolish theatre
On your visage the signs of a gloomy
Your lips wound innocents' hearing
with truths and biting sentences
You the inner pleasure of senses
the of wind, the secret of fire
Your has the strength of thunder
Your spirit the of the final fight
Oh great mother who lavishes love hate
Enchanting of unspeakable fancies
You will rise from the ashes
wrapping the great
Pure, joyful and immortal Darkness and light will
you in the temple of the new dreams
In of Shadows' Madame.