Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue: The Bride Wears Black

Masks the real mourning
No were, were allowed
Misfortune came with steps
Enveloped the future into a

The wears
The bride wears
The bride wears black

Valleys got deeper and
The disappeared in beautiful clouds
A path of sick
Deep abysses are it

Traveled in endless
Try to my existence
often pour temptation
Praised, hallowed, lies

Traveled in endless
Try to solve my
Sins often temptation
Praised, hallowed, lies

voices to hear, inner futility
Be it true, be it my
Coming to you
To torture you my devotion

concealed the real mourning
No noises were, were
Misfortune came with steps
Enveloped the into a shroud