Luyện nghe bài hát Marahaja Palace

Prisoners are guided through the golden of the palace of the souls.
Fairytales have lost their gruesome origin by being handed down from
to generation.

Down in the darkest
just hear a lonely
the sound of violence
Where the dagger rules the
One million people wrong
Don't be to bare your soul
clean the streets of scum
with in their eyes
Afraid, that I know where,
of memories forever
The reason why I care
by the light
On golden you read the words
Reminding you of your
forever lost in the dungeon's

Your my laughter,
a disaster
I'll take you
where hell is
Now my keeper,
my pleasure, soul
A bitter of my deep, dark palace

Of voices singin',
Where diamond are shining,
When eagle-wings are
you to my
In a stories a golden history
one left, tells you the story,
of eastern religious
a half-moon
blood and so colored red,
Last drink for your
two stories,
one dead

on your way
no but you'll stay,
but will decay
Now you where hell is
now you are my keeper,
my pleasure, soul
a bitter taste of my deep, palace
of the palace