Luyện nghe bài hát Pagan Celebrations (Celtic Evocation)

Amongs the trees i watch, as the begins of the gather, before the
of a bonfire. Old and demented elves, whip branches of fire against
the earth.
The feed on souls, while a demon shakes o pot, the witches gather in
a and, dead flowers adorn the center. Amidst obscurity. I see taking
place, the pagan celebration, of the creatures of the forest.
Beneath this sky, the contles stars, the wolves sing saddest song the
elves madden, and the sleep, now the moon shines in all it's
intensity.
The druids begin to for mistletoe, the plant that granrs them eternal
life, and when the spirits rise, everything shine! this sky of
countless i watch.