Luyện nghe bài hát In Memory Of Shadows' Madame

Diaphanous figure who silent rides death's
It's you came when the weary sky was sinking
into its eternal
And that only your cry would have a new dawn
Mistress of the air shaking the fronds of icy
who at dawn the bare branches of foggy plains
You up as a lonely witness of existence's foolish theatre
On your visage the signs of a memory
Your lips wound false hearing
with painful truths and biting
You knew the inner pleasure of
the poetry of wind, the of fire
Your has the strength of thunder
Your spirit the impetus of the final
Oh great mother who lavishes generating hate
Enchanting muse of unspeakable
You will rise again from the
wrapping the catastrophes
Pure, joyful and immortal Darkness and will eternally
you in the temple of the new dreams
In of Shadows' Madame.