Luyện nghe bài hát Sleeping Princess Of The Arges

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

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

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

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

I'm

"I remember the storms,
the wrath of the upon the shores.
The erotic winds and 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.

Once I was a 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.
Marveled by so picturesque
with the brow on my nurturing breast.
I yearn to the sweet tongue of thy kiss,
to in the halls of the fiery abyss.
thy curse 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 delighted man,
residing a splendid land.
Now a of nocturnal guise,
bent to my immortal life.

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

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

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

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

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