Luyện nghe bài hát Sleeping Princess Of The Arges

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

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

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

Five hundred years have passed since the blossomed.
Green meadows now benighted and shadows embrace the sun

I'm

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

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

I was a blissful delighted man,
residing a splendid land.
Now a beast of guise,
bent to cease my life.

"I am longing to thee, my love,
to bake in the of the skies above.
Marveled by landscapes so
with the nestled on my nurturing breast.
I yearn to the sweet tongue of thy kiss,
to in the halls of the fiery abyss.
Vanquish thy and come set me free,
awake me, my darling, from my sleep."

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

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

"Through ethereal dreams I convoke to
a gentle breeze upon a reposing sea.
Let my waves wash thy grief,
and convey thy shadowless back to me."

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

Soon we shall stroll the spellbinding mark.
My time has come to relinquish earth,
cascading tears of horizons unseen,
I'll be with my pallid queen.
Through ethereal

Together we'll drink to our love.
shall lift us on the wings of a dove,
and transport us to places our dreams,
where graceful dominate the scene.

And so I my ancient abode.
My fable of woe unfolds with valor,
I face the sun.
In thy pale of death, we are alone.