Luyện nghe bài hát Masquerade In The Flames (Another Black Friday)

The dungeons are our names,
us to a masquerade in the flames,
once again lust spread its wings
and us through the northern winds.
the gates,
to it's all supposed to end
and let us all in... daimons, whores, and fiends.

Swoop through the landscape
of red almost forgotten,
In rapid
a crimson river of rich wine let on tiles.

sihouettes flicker in the candlelight,
shapes of evil, we are all of dayfright.
Ever the banquet I've waited for her burn,
might she be here, can this be the night of her

There, before my eyes she stands, my dark witch.
Dressed in her shroud, as black as pitch.
Carved symbols in black, scars that heal.
All over my body, for a thousand I bore her seal.
forth and lick the blood from my nasty wounds,
still so young though she's than the moon.
Carved symbols in black, that never heal.
All over my body, for a thousand I bore her seal.

She the moonlight out on the fields,
a most sombre and seductive.
She told me twisted from her past,
and - "take this stake and end my life, but do it fast".
feathers against what's once been raped,
beautiful, innocent but not too old
for it is shaped.
How can you die before my eyes?
I always you were one of us,
one of the immortals.

the gates,
to it's all supposed to end,
and let us all in...
the gates,
to where we once supposed to sin,
and let us all in...