Luyện nghe bài hát The Dark Moor

Tells the legend, there's a magic
That could nobody find its
Land of darkness, land of forlorn
Where all is mystic all

(The Traveller)
Where I am? Lost in the
Is it real or a
My mind listens to a call
Like a into crystal ball
But in depth, I see a
Fearful follow the beam
With the I will brawl
So I arrive to the light hall

Dark Moor, Dark
Welcome to the Dark
Dark Moor, Moor
to the Hall

(Spirit of the Art)
Who in the Hall of Olden Dreams?
(The Traveller)
I listen to a in my head
(Spirit of the Art)
Speak! And then I just could
(The Traveller)
I don't know why I am
(Spirit of the Art)
I read in fate
(Choir)
Choose your goodness! Choose badness!
(Spirit of the Art)
You must the gate!
(Devil of Greed)
It is too
(The Traveller)
Yes! I obey the
Find the gate in
If my it wrote
Only the trust wants it to

Dark Moor, Dark
Welcome to the Dark
City of the dreams, where is its
Moor, Dark Moor
Welcome to the Moor
Among gothic gargoyles the Art stays
Dark Moor, Moor
Welcome to the Dark
Sleeping in the there's a light
Dark Moor, Dark
Welcome to the Moor
Bathing moon in the silent night

(Choir)
Care with the nice lies
Because the greed never
with the sweet false promise
Which the paradise

(Spirit of the Art)
Don't to it's false word
don't fight with it's bejewelled sword
And ever don't play in its black board

(The Traveller)
Who's there in the
(Devil of Greed)
I'm who the ark
(The Traveller)
Why do you me?
(Devil of Greed)
Your I could be
(The Traveller)
Why'll I trust in
(Devil of Greed)
It would be a view
(The Traveller)
Move away! With false hopes
(Devil of Greed)
Your illusions are your
(The Traveller)
You don't try to my way
(Devil of Greed)
Riches you can not
(The Traveller)
I cannot win
Nor a new begin
But now and in my heart the Art will be my sin

Dark Moor, Dark
to the Dark Moor
Sleeping in the darkness a light
Dark Moor, Moor
to the Dark Moor
Bathing like moon in the silent

(The Traveller)
I can see
In my
The before me
Mystery's
My

(Devil of Greed)
You won't
(The Traveller)
Let me go
(Devil of Greed)
You flee!
(The Traveller)
No!
I am slow

(The Traveller)
Then I crossed the of Oblivion
In the moor my spirit could fly
I am glad my decision
As my word could testify
the Muses I danced in the night
Beneath the Moon I felt the Spell

And its poetry gave me its fine old
And I could say farewell
And the music in my
Filled my with the Art
And the showed me
is the way of the stars

(Choir)
Like a immortal
You crossed the dark
You be blasphemer, deemer, dreamer
This is the gift of the
Which for men be odd
This is the of the demons who envy it

(The Traveller)
Oh! In the end of
teach me that I'm
Who choose my forever
Oh! of the Art
If my must depart
My mind will with you
(Spirit of the Art)
Poet of the glance
In your a romance
With it I
Musician of the
(The Traveller)
My inspiration be
All the strength of my
I wake up and my screams
Was it or a dream
But why's tears there in my