Luyện nghe bài hát Temptress Luna

And she rides the never world of her own mountain. And
remembering the and the demons, she flies... Across a
scarlet forever, with a shimmering more divine. The ride
the sabbat, a breeze across her path. The breath of unborn
gods blows in her hair, and she runs to the night. Against
the shallow consecration of the spiders sigh, drinking the
through her veins, a starry sanguine alive. She 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 ablaze, lit like the fire of hell.
and natural, the kundalini of the soul. Come into my
parlour, the temptress red, the blood of the washing to
of death.

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

Quiet lucid sighing, a gateway no other, deep and dark and
mystic in the lure of the ending. halls of her mind, a
labyrinth dark, consuming nothing and the web. An abyss
of sorrow, weeping in the of ghouls and laughter, run to
the storm. She comes like the new death, the lost
transformation, the circle of the invisible. And her
consciousness between rats, biting between traps, she
wants it no more. Forever above the height 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 with forever, her crown grows evermore.