Luyện nghe bài hát The Calling

A cry the night
A voice in agony shrieks above the trees
In a land no one comes
In a land where spirits dwell their fatal screams

The old man clutches his heart as he to the window
He his time has come
A woman stands in the dark, her hair is with snow
Nightmares just

Fates warning is heard, run up and down the spine
Of who believe
The old and decrepit have seen, mourn in the night
Young and restless conceive

Moon through the drifting storm
Thunder the sky, she screams throughout the night
The magpie spreads his wings and looks you in the eye
And laughs at you in

Spirits of innocence take me
her pitiful ritual, she's stalking her prey
The bard and the banshee sound a harmonious
hour has come, let it come

The old man wakes with the
Sweat upon his brow, he gets the
Father found in the moors
The mourn, hear the church's bell

Moon looks through the drifting
Thunder the sky, and she screams, yeah
The magpie spreads his wings
And looks you in the eye, and

The spirits of take me away
Dancing her pitiful ritual she's her prey
coming your way, the bard and the banshee
Sound a harmonious wail, predestined has come

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