Luyện nghe bài hát Plague Of Butterflies

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

I felt my slowly turning cold,
Turning cold waiting.
Hours I spent awaiting,
Hoping for to come.
To silent the voice felt like thunder

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

But I felt my turn cold.
Hours I there awaiting,
Watching the light

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

Winter was cold, but summer is colder.
Nights have been longer, they have me much older

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

Years pass, but has time on me?
Morning always with vaster pain
And then it is sunset

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

[II. Of Butterflies]

people walking by.
They are leaving, someone is living.
They seem to be well,
death on their faces

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

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

But her I could not find.
I for her in the woods 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 this throne of my

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

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

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

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

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

The freezing summer my lungs again
As I through the snow.
deeper into the woods,
And the waved their heads in sorrow