Luyện nghe bài hát The Dark Moor

Tells the legend, there's a place
That could find its trace
Land of darkness, land of songs
Where all is all along

(The Traveller)
Where I am? in the stream
Is it or a dream?
My stunned mind listens to a
Like a spirit into ball
But in depth, I see a
Fearful I'll follow the
With the shadows I brawl
So I will arrive to the hall

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

(Spirit of the Art)
Who in the Hall of Olden Dreams?
(The Traveller)
I listen to a voice in my
(Spirit of the Art)
Speak! And then I just deem
(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 the command
the gate in Shadowland
If my destiny it
Only the wants it to denore

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

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

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

(The Traveller)
Who's in the dark?
(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 in you?
(Devil of Greed)
It would be a good
(The Traveller)
Move away! With your false
(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)
Perhaps I win
Nor a new begin
But now and in my heart the Art will be my sin

Dark Moor, Moor
Welcome to the Moor
in the darkness there's 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 falling

(The Traveller)
I crossed the Gates of Oblivion
In the dark moor my spirit fly
I am glad about my
As my word could always
With the Muses I danced in the
Beneath the full I felt the Spell

And its poetry gave me its old bite
And I could never say
And the in my heart
Filled my illusions the Art
And the angels me
is the way of the stars

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

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