Luyện nghe bài hát The Cry Of Desolated Souls

Through the dark and mysterious swamps
I hear the cry of desolated souls scattered in the cold sky,
astray and dissolved in the spectral starlight.
Traveling the mirror lakes and moonlit plains,
I can the eternity
and the harmony of the being by you,
who are the deaf and blinded of ancient vices.
Hear our cry and the winds that will take you
to our pagan bonfires in the name of our Mother
and exalting us to the majestic and night skies.
As the midnight is coming, pouring in the twilight,
wolves will announce the reign of the night with their moonlight
and all the birds and the beasts will our brothers.
And under this mourning moon you recognize and feel the sorrows
of our slavonic souls in the soft fog of our dreams.
I'm walking in the night and grief chains my
when the autumn forest its leaves.
Tears of lost ages wash our souls and the Earth black.