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

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

through the frozen landscape
of red almost forgotten,
In re-run:
a crimson river of wine let loose on tiles.

Hideous sihouettes in the candlelight,
of evil, we are all born of dayfright.
Ever since the banquet I've for her burn,
she be here, can this be the night of her return?

There, right before my 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 thousand years I her seal.
Come forth and the blood from my nasty wounds,
still so young though she's older 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 told me twisted stories her past,
and said: - "take this and end my life, but do it fast".
Blood-drenched feathers what's once been raped,
beautiful, innocent but not too old
for it is shaped.
How can you die right before my
I always you were one of us,
one of the immortals.

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