Luyện nghe bài hát Plague Of Butterflies

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[II. Plague Of

Silent 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 but they decide to go...

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

But her face I not find.
I for her in the woods again
And a light 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

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

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

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

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

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

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