Luyện nghe bài hát Sleeping Princess Of The Arges

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

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

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

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

I'm

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

As mist, I the dismal skies,
feeding, my appetite.
Dreaming, of candles and 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.

"I am longing to thee, my love,
to bake in the of the skies above.
Marveled by so picturesque
the nestled brow 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, my tortured sleep."

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

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

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

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

Soon we shall stroll through the mark.
My time has to relinquish this earth,
with cascading of horizons unseen,
I'll be reunited with my queen.
ethereal dreams

Together drink to our undying love.
Absinthe lift us on the wings of a dove,
and transport us to places our dreams,
graceful nymphs dominate the scene.

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