Luyện nghe bài hát In Memory Of Shadows' Madame

Diaphanous figure who silent death's wisdom
It's said you when the weary sky was sinking
into its sleep
And that only your cry would have a new dawn
of the air shaking the fronds of icy hills
who at caresses the bare branches of foggy plains
You grew up as a lonely witness of foolish theatre
On your visage the signs of a gloomy
Your lips wound innocents' hearing
with truths and biting sentences
You knew the inner of senses
the of wind, the secret of fire
Your will has the of thunder
Your the impetus of the final fight
Oh great who lavishes love generating hate
muse of unspeakable fancies
You will rise again the ashes
wrapping the great
Pure, joyful and immortal and light will eternally
follow you in the temple of the new
In of Shadows' Madame.