Luyện nghe bài hát The Dark Moor

Tells the legend, a magic place
could nobody find its trace
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 spirit into ball
But in depth, I see a
Fearful follow the beam
With the shadows I will
So I will arrive to the light

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

(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 why I am here
(Spirit of the Art)
I in your fate
(Choir)
Choose your goodness! your badness!
(Spirit of the Art)
You cross the gate!
(Devil of Greed)
It is too
(The Traveller)
Yes! I obey the
Find the in Shadowland
If my destiny it
the trust wants it to denore

Dark Moor, Dark
Welcome to the Dark
City of the dreams, is its gateway?
Dark Moor, Moor
Welcome to the Dark
Among gothic gargoyles always the Art
Dark Moor, Dark
Welcome to the Moor
Sleeping in the darkness there's a
Dark Moor, Dark
Welcome to the Dark
Bathing like in the silent night

(Choir)
Care with the nice evil
the greed never dies
Care with the sweet promise
Which proclaims the

(Spirit of the Art)
Don't to it's false word
Moreover don't with it's bejewelled sword
And don't play in its black rich 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 friend I be
(The Traveller)
I trust in you?
(Devil of Greed)
It would be a good
(The Traveller)
away! With your false hopes
(Devil of Greed)
Your are your slope
(The Traveller)
You try to cross my way
(Devil of Greed)
Riches you can not
(The Traveller)
Perhaps I win
Nor a new begin
But now and ever in my the Art will be my sin

Dark Moor, Moor
Welcome to the Moor
Sleeping in the there's a light
Moor, Dark Moor
Welcome to the Dark
Bathing like in the silent night

(The Traveller)
I can see
In my
The gate's me
real
My

(Devil of Greed)
You free
(The Traveller)
Let me go
(Devil of Greed)
You flee!
(The Traveller)
No!
I am slow

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

And its poetry gave me its old bite
And I could never say
And the music in my
Filled my with the Art
And the showed me
Which is the way of the

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

(The Traveller)
Oh! In the end of
Muses teach me I'm
Who my truth forever
Oh! of the Art
If my must depart
My mind will stay you
(Spirit of the Art)
Poet of the glance
In your a romance
With it I
of the dreams
(The Traveller)
My inspiration be
All the strength of my
I up and my throat screams
Was it or a dream
But why's tears in my eyes?