Luyện nghe bài hát Sleeping Princess Of The Arges

Tonight the is full in the land beyond the forest.
The howling of 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 from majestic mountains.
my ears they whisper, a sullen song of melancholy.

Five hundred have passed since the flowers blossomed.
Green meadows now benighted and embrace the frozen sun

I'm

"I remember the storms,
the wrath of the upon the shores.
The winds and their symphonies,
resounding the elegant trees.
I the nights spent in thine arms,
while dark love with bestial charm.
A setting provided with 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 cease my life.

"I am to touch thee, my love,
to bake in the warmth of the above.
Marveled by so picturesque
with the brow on my nurturing breast.
I to taste the sweet tongue of thy kiss,
to dance in the halls of the abyss.
thy curse and come set me free,
awake me, my darling, from my sleep."

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

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

"Through ethereal dreams I to thee
like a gentle breeze a reposing sea.
Let my waves away thy grief,
and thy shadowless soul back to me."

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

Soon we shall through the spellbinding mark.
My time has come to this earth,
with tears of horizons unseen,
I'll be reunited with my queen.
Through ethereal

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

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