Luyện nghe bài hát Temptress Luna

And she the never world of her own majestic mountain. And
remembering the and the demons, she flies... Across a
scarlet forever, with a shimmering more divine. The witches
the sabbat, just a breeze across her path. The of unborn
gods blows in her hair, and she runs to the night. Against
the shallow of the spiders sigh, drinking the silver
through her veins, a starry sanguine alive. She can't ever
down, ever come back, not here. A pitiful lust of the
common, at her, screaming, but only you can see her. She
the pentagram ablaze, lit like the fire of hell.
Spontaneous and natural, the kundalini of the soul. Come my
parlour, the red, the blood of the moon washing 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 and waiting like the serpents of the earth.

Quiet sighing, a gateway like no other, deep and dark and
in the lure of the ending. Monstrous halls of her mind, a
labyrinth dark, consuming nothing and the web. An abyss
of sorrow, in the battles of ghouls and laughter, run to
penetrate the storm. She comes 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 above the height of the wind,
the view of the nightshade differs, as the moon the path
silent. She her own majesty. Quiet lucid sighing, gateway
like no other, and dark and mystic in the lure of the ending
But as the sun dies with forever, her crown evermore.