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 will its wings
and carry us through the winds.
the gates,
to where all supposed to end
and let us all in... daimons, whores, and fiends.

Swoop through the frozen
of red memories 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 since the banquet 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 funeral shroud, as as pitch.
Carved symbols in black, scars that heal.
All over my body, for a years I bore her seal.
forth and lick the blood from my nasty wounds,
still so young though she's than the moon.
symbols in black, scars that never heal.
All my body, for a thousand years I bore her seal.

She the moonlight out on the fields,
a most sombre and seductive.
She me twisted stories from her past,
and said: - "take this and end my life, but do it fast".
Blood-drenched feathers against what's once raped,
beautiful, but still 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...