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

Deep flows the
Beneath the hills of
as blood running through ages dim
From beginning the end
In and grottoes spied
Renounced, and scryed
By men dolch and bell
Roma, the ill and well
For good of Europe
Men come with staff and scepter
With Tafur hordes, on horses
Paint the Devil on the
Paint it black and it tall
But as endures
There be your light
Oh
And when we burn alive
With crowns shoot up the sky
we shall be your light
Oh
is the horse
Upon which sits merciful
Crimson the
To trample beneath its gait
and warlocks
Their vernal
Gods suffered not by
men know not
Gods men
For spirits of Europe
Men with cudgel and claymore alike
With hordes, on horses high
And not the life that's given
But the that's taken
When all that we're is vanguished
Damned and
The good of Europe
Stand with behind the sun
burn in your fire, Lucibel
Burn through the night,
as the sun, Lucibel