Luyện nghe bài hát New Century's Tarantelle

Right beyond the lake of sorrow
When they the ruins of Ayraklis
Losing the will and
They down trapped into a deadly sleep

But not far the horns of were sounding
Raging, moving every icy
where their lying bodies
Were now surrounded by ten shy little

So the saved them
And they woke up
to secret and unknown old cures
Based on magic

Oh, what wonderful
Only a few see them
Only legends and old tales
Describing their cold far white

of the new century, now rise
Hear the sad voice of nights
Warriors of the new century, now
the cosmic shores of mortal time

So that dream to the silent warrior
now from moons of black abyss
Drinking the brew of wild the
Special ones growing on those hills

She was already cured and happy
so to kiss his lips again
But sadly was running
And all those fools were gonna their way

So they thanked all new friends
(All new friends)
For leaving that place
(Mystic place)
Setting off on their
Fleeing to reach a safer

When they came to the white
(To the lakes)
could see behind them
(See them)
That enormous and ancestral black
Screaming visual pain true

of the new century, now rise
Hear the sad voice of starless
of the new century, now ride
Cross the shores of mortal time

Warriors of the new century, now
Hear the sad voice of nights
Warriors of the new century, now
Cross the cosmic of mortal time