Luyện nghe bài hát Temptress Luna

And she rides the never of her own majestic mountain. And
remembering the and the demons, she flies... Across a
scarlet forever, with a more divine. The witches ride
the sabbat, just a breeze her path. The breath of unborn
blows in her hair, and she runs to meet the night. Against
the consecration of the spiders sigh, drinking the silver
through her veins, a sanguine alive. She can't ever come
down, ever come back, she's not here. A lust of the
common, clawing at her, screaming, but you can see her. She
dances the pentagram ablaze, lit like the of hell.
Spontaneous and natural, the kundalini of the soul. Come my
parlour, the temptress red, the blood of the moon to
of death.

An requiem for the refuge of the souls, the chosen come.
The willowy of the grave, the sight of the new time, the
tombs damp and waiting the serpents of the earth.

Quiet lucid sighing, a like no other, deep and dark and
mystic in the lure of the ending. Monstrous of her mind, a
labyrinth dark, nothing and creating the web. An abyss
of sorrow, weeping in the of ghouls and laughter, run to
penetrate the storm. She like the new death, the lost
transformation, the of the dimension invisible. And her
consciousness between rats, biting between traps, she
wants it no more. Forever knowing above the of the wind,
the view of the nightshade differs, as the moon fires the
silent. She her own majesty. Quiet lucid sighing, gateway
like no other, deep and dark and mystic in the lure of the
But as the sun dies with forever, her grows evermore.