Luyện nghe bài hát On Whom The Moon Doth Shine

"O soft embalmer of ye midnight,
Allow me thee to
Of an sort fancieth;
holdeth its own fancy, I say -
Yet the we partake in
Was by the fang'd grin,
Save!, do I for him anger
Nay - I I was fey!"
"Had I what it taketh, I do;
I - I cannot sense,
I am - yet! I am not -
I kiss'd the image
Of the Seven of Death."
"Yet as so didst,
On my a kiss landed,
And with the shadow
The silken mourn;
In
h the light is -
Yon Hell's brazen
Wrathfully it to push."
"Then, lo! the Death,
Serpent-like 'twixt the crept:
with a gasp of life's breath,
Together red they wept,
And pass'd the of dancers dead -
As in darkness were we in wed."
"Hush'd with a of life's breath,
red tears we wept - in vain,
And pass'd the procession of dead -
As in darkness were we lock'd in
I the Seven Angels of Death."
"And Hell its doors,
Yet what was 'fore my
But if not the light."
"Yet was 'fore my eyes
But if not the light."