Luyện nghe bài hát Sleeping Princess Of The Arges

Tonight the moon is full in the beyond the forest.
The of Wallachian wolves,
a serenade to the soul.

I'm alone, within the of my barren home bereaved,
left behind, grieving for the one, my bride.

A host of ravens hover from majestic mountains.
Into my ears whisper, a sullen song of melancholy.

Five hundred years have passed the flowers blossomed.
Green meadows now and shadows embrace the frozen sun

I'm

"I the glorious storms,
the of the heavens upon the shores.
The erotic winds and symphonies,
resounding above the trees.
I remember the nights spent in arms,
while making dark with bestial charm.
A setting provided with rain,
sipping the blood from others veins."

As mist, I travel the skies,
feeding, my appetite.
Dreaming, of and gleaming stars.
Bleeding, from my scars.

I was a blissful delighted man,
residing over a land.
Now a of nocturnal guise,
to cease my immortal life.

"I am longing to thee, my love,
to in the warmth of the skies above.
by landscapes so picturesque
with the brow on my nurturing breast.
I yearn to taste the tongue of thy kiss,
to dance in the of the fiery abyss.
Vanquish thy curse and set me free,
me, my darling, from my tortured sleep."

As mist, I the dismal skies,
feeding, my appetite.
Dreaming, of and gleaming stars.
Bleeding, my lovelorn scars.

Once I was a delighted man,
residing over a land.
Now a of nocturnal guise,
bent to my immortal life.

"Through dreams I convoke to thee
like a gentle breeze upon a sea.
Let my wash away thy grief,
and convey thy shadowless back to me."

I've the ways of christ.
I've on his throne and scoffed at his lies.
I'll install a new kingdom to which will be
everlasting for you and me.

we shall stroll through the spellbinding mark.
My time has to relinquish this earth,
with cascading tears of unseen,
be reunited with my pallid queen.
Through ethereal

we'll drink to our undying love.
Absinthe lift us on the wings of a dove,
and transport us to beyond our dreams,
graceful nymphs dominate the scene.

And so I forsake my abode.
My calamitous of woe unfolds with valor,
I the sweltering sun.
In thy pale of death, we are alone.