Luyện nghe bài hát Regions Of The Night

By crookend moon and waining
In the thickening twilight
I myself upon a path bathed in gloom
has no end except the tomb
With eyes cast upward I'll give no thought of
But if there are gods are there not devils as
somewhere in the flickering screens
That fill my mind like erotic
Forget not the of old
The stories of hell that your elders told
For are without a doubt all quite real
There is a devil and your he will steal
I lay my brain before the flickering
And shudder as I watch the silent
In the distance hear the call
They're searching now for living
I search for a place amongst the to pray
to contemplate the dying of the day
But no solace for me to find
For I am but ruins of a mind
not the legends of old
The stories of hell that your elders told
For they are without a doubt all quite
There is a devil and soul he will steal