Luyện nghe bài hát Lucibel (The Good Spirits Of Europe)

Deep flows the
the hills of Occident
Dark as blood through ages dim
From 'til the end
In and grottoes spied
Renounced, and scryed
By men dolch and bell
Roma, Amor; the ill and
For spirits of Europe
Men come with staff and alike
With hordes, on horses high
Paint the on the wall
it black and paint it tall
But as Montsegur
There be your light
Oh
And when we shall alive
With sulphur crowns up the sky
Then we be your light
Oh
is the horse
Upon which sits fate
Crimson the
To trample beneath its gait
Heretics and
vernal equinox
Gods suffered not by
Gods men not
men forgot
For spirits of Europe
Men come with and claymore alike
With hordes, on horses high
And it's not the that's given
But the that's taken
When all that we're worth is
and undone
The good of Europe
with Abraxas behind the sun
We'll burn in your fire,
through the night, Lucibel
Burn as the sun,