Luyện nghe bài hát Plague Of Butterflies

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[II. Of Butterflies]

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

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

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

But her face I not find.
I searched for her in the again
And kept a on my window, for anyone to come.
But even the trail of dead 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 I lay my body 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 and took a deep breath.
But like every night before, 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 candle burnt down, and the wings beside.
Is this a of Evael, I arise

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

The freezing summer burned my lungs
As I through the snow.
Looked into the woods,
And the trees waved their heads in