Luyện nghe bài hát Plague Of Butterflies

Cold was the air the evening wind brought
and so quiet were the woods
On the eve of night.
Don't know what I there for so long,
So long that I could that voice.
The we all avoid.
Sound from within, the truth

I felt my blood slowly cold,
Turning cold waiting.
Hours I there awaiting,
for someone to come.
To the voice that felt like thunder

Evael is the light, the light.
In the of my world, she is the one.
She the butterflies, pure light.
When she comes by
The steps aside

But I felt my turn cold.
I spent there awaiting,
Watching the fading

You're losing the sunsets, you will never get back.
The days you in loneliness are seconds in shades of black

Winter was cold, but is even colder.
Nights have been longer, they have made me older

You're the sunsets, you will never get them back.
Every you spend in loneliness are years in shades of black

pass, but has time stopped on me?
Morning arises with vaster pain
And then it is again

We the winds for your loneliness,
Choir of broken dreams for the you had.
But now she walks lost in gray and woe.
not forgiven, she's the one for winter to own.
Not yours, old man, again...

[II. Of Butterflies]

Silent people by.
are leaving, again someone is living.
They seem to be well,
Quiet on their faces

Buried a few of today,
The and the old by the road.
I could give shelter but they decide to go...

Village is empty, dead, cold,
Only frozen greet my arrival.
Tortured by the plague, a town.

But her face I not find.
I searched for her in the again
And a light on my window, for anyone to come.
But when even the trail of ended by the road,
I up waiting, hoping.

In this of my loneliness,
On throne of my thoughts

Maybe I'm the old one, by these woods.
And when I lay my to rest,
I the ballet of shadows.
Dancing through the of a candle.
me to sleep...

But the night my heart,
For black moved upon me.
for my time to come,
I closed my eyes and a deep breath.
But like every before, death did not come.

The wings, they and danced.
As a butterfly, kept dancing,
Dancing my candle.
But why are you when Evael is lost still?

The morning with its cold caress.
I curse your for waking me again.
The candle burnt down, and the wings beside.
Is this a of Evael, I arise

I opened my window, painted by ice,
Took a breath and whispered her name in the air

The freezing burned my lungs again
As I walked the snow.
Looked deeper the woods,
And the waved their heads in sorrow