Luyện nghe bài hát In Memory Of Shadows' Madame

Diaphanous figure who silent rides wisdom
said you came when the weary sky was sinking
into its sleep
And that only your cry have announced a new dawn
Mistress of the air shaking the fronds of icy
who at dawn caresses the bare branches of plains
You grew up as a lonely of existence's foolish theatre
On your visage the of a gloomy memory
Your lips false innocents' hearing
with painful truths and 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 lavishes love generating
Enchanting muse of fancies
You will rise again the ashes
the great catastrophes
Pure, joyful and immortal Darkness and will eternally
follow you in the temple of the new
In memory of Madame.