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

Deep the stream
Beneath the hills of
Dark as blood running ages dim
From beginning the end
In caves and grottoes
Renounced, revered and
By men with and bell
Roma, Amor; the ill and
For good of Europe
Men come with and scepter alike
With Tafur hordes, on horses
the Devil on the wall
Paint it black and it tall
But as Montsegur
There be your light
Oh
And when we shall alive
With crowns shoot up the sky
Then we shall be your
Oh
is the horse
Upon which sits merciful
Crimson the
To fools beneath its gait
and warlocks
Their vernal
Gods suffered not by
Gods men not
men forgot
For good spirits of
Men come with cudgel and claymore
With Tafur hordes, on high
And it's not the that's given
But the that's taken
When all that we're is vanguished
and undone
The spirits of Europe
Stand with Abraxas the sun
We'll burn in your fire,
Burn through the night,
as the sun, Lucibel