Luyện nghe bài hát Plague Of Butterflies

Cold was the air that the wind brought
and so quiet were the woods
On the eve of night.
know what I stayed there for so long,
So long that I could hear voice.
The we all avoid.
Sound from within, the quiet

I felt my blood turning cold,
Turning cold waiting.
I spent 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.
I spent there awaiting,
Watching the light

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

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

losing the sunsets, you will never get them back.
Every night you spend in loneliness are years in shades of

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

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

[II. Of Butterflies]

people walking by.
They are leaving, again 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 them 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 for her in the woods again
And a light on my window, for anyone to come.
But when even the 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 trembled my heart,
For black wings upon me.
Hoping for my to come,
I my eyes and took a deep breath.
But like every before, death did not come.

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

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

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

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