Luyện nghe bài hát Plague Of Butterflies

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

I my blood slowly turning cold,
Turning from 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 darkness aside

But I felt my blood cold.
Hours I there awaiting,
the light fading

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

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

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

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

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

[II. Plague Of

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

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

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

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

In this of my loneliness,
On this of my thoughts

I'm the old one, sheltered by these woods.
And when I lay my to rest,
I watch the of shadows.
Dancing the flame 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 took a breath.
But like every night before, did not come.

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

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

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

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