Luyện nghe bài hát Tears Of A Dying Angel

FUOCO, PIANTO, SANGUE,
SACRA LOTTA CRUDA DI IDEALI SENZA ETA'
MORTE NERA ME
SAD DARK ANGEL THE POEM'S EVIL PAGE
CORPUS MORIETUR FAC UT ANIMAE DONETUR

FUOCO, PIANTO, SANGUE,
MORTE DENTRO ME
CORPUS MORIETUR FAC UT ANIMAE DONETUR
SACRA LOTTA DURA DI IDEALI SENZA ETA'
SAD ANGEL WRITE THE POEM'S EVIL PAGE

Yes, my dear friends, the sun on our beloved
Akron none of us... none of us can peacefully...
from when the magic sword was handled by the black
seems to not be the same anymore...
he's clearly preparing his of war to attack the
the ancient of Elnor and Thorald
of these wonderful valleys...
will be surely the goals
in his ambitious and dream of conquest...
Come mighty warrior... come to your... your...

the ancient are going to be pronounced...
Oh god!...oh god... no...
They found it, they it...
thanks to the power of the emerald weapon
the book of the dead kept by the angel is now
open and the rites of are going to begin...
Oh no, god!... oh no... I those damned words...
I them... Necros,
Dagma, Atra,
Necros, Dagma, Atra, Krona...
Necros, Dagma, Atra, Krona...
I them... Necros,
Dagma, Atra, Krona...

The abyss will soon spit out thousands of
creatures and she will be back to lead all...!
Why? Why? The bitch ancient servant of
Kron will be free from the spell was trapping her
in the crytpts of the ghostland... the fathers of
my father were able to do is to end...
Oh yes, I knew it... I it!
...the power of the emerald in the wrong hands
I it!
can to these tragic results...
...the waves of the oceans soon
and if we organize
giants attacking our towns...
a valid controffensive to those
a tragic to an announced... massacre!

this will only be a tragic...
FUOCO, PIANTO, SANGUE,
NERA DENTRO ME
SACRA LOTTA DURA DI IDEALI SENZA ETA'

QUANDO CORPUS MORIETUR FAC UT ANIMAE
My dear Elnor, Thorald... the dark is now
his tears...
...fight for past, fight for
future... Elnor, Thorald... resist... resist!