Luyện nghe bài hát Temptress Luna

And she rides the world of her own majestic mountain. And
the snow and the demons, she flies... Across a
scarlet forever, with a shimmering more divine. The witches
the sabbat, just a across her path. The breath of unborn
gods in her hair, and she runs to meet the night. Against
the consecration of the spiders sigh, drinking the silver
through her veins, a starry sanguine alive. She can't come
down, ever back, she's not here. A pitiful lust of the
common, at her, screaming, but only you can see her. She
dances the pentagram ablaze, lit the fire of hell.
Spontaneous and natural, the kundalini of the soul. Come my
parlour, the temptress red, the of the moon washing to
of death.

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

Quiet sighing, a gateway like no other, deep and dark and
mystic in the lure of the ending. halls of her mind, a
labyrinth dark, consuming nothing and creating the web. An
of sorrow, weeping in the battles of and laughter, run to
penetrate the storm. She comes like the new death, the
transformation, the circle of the invisible. And her
consciousness passes between rats, between traps, she
it no more. Forever knowing above the height of the wind,
the view of the nightshade differs, as the fires the path
silent. She rides her own majesty. Quiet lucid sighing,
like no other, deep and and mystic in the lure of the ending
But as the sun dies with forever, her grows evermore.