Luyện nghe bài hát Sleeping Princess Of The Arges

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

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

A host of ravens hover majestic winter mountains.
Into my 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 remember the storms,
the wrath of the heavens the shores.
The winds and their symphonies,
resounding the elegant trees.
I the nights spent in thine arms,
while making dark love with charm.
A provided with incessant rain,
sipping the blood each others veins."

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

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

"I am longing to thee, my love,
to bake in the warmth of the above.
Marveled by so picturesque
with the brow on my nurturing breast.
I yearn to taste the sweet of thy kiss,
to dance in the of the fiery abyss.
thy curse and come set me free,
awake me, my darling, 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 blissful man,
residing over a land.
Now a of nocturnal guise,
to cease my immortal life.

"Through ethereal dreams I convoke to
like a gentle breeze a reposing sea.
Let my wash away thy grief,
and convey thy shadowless soul to me."

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

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

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

And so I my ancient abode.
My calamitous fable of woe unfolds valor,
I the sweltering sun.
In thy reflection of death, we are alone.