Luyện nghe bài hát The Dying Illusion

From the bottom of the pit of nightmares she come
from the dungeons of insanity to the wicked mind
A crooked finger points, a spell is cast, can kill
a of the web of tears, a daughter of the dark
Oh, the is so cold
see the of her presence
you the poisoned apple, beauty or beast
dancing naked in the rain eyes that cannot see
demons that have not spoken ina thousand years
old sad of wisdom tell of dreams we can't reach
When the moon is so
when the air of evil
And the black skies will
see her is rising
The illusion
the loss of a
The dying
please come back
The hideous smile of the devils child will you to believe
a shape witch or virgin - over a sinister moon
Fatal that blinds and binds, assaults and astounds
from the cradle of eternity to the of modern man
When the is so cold
when the air breathes of
and the black will burn
see her is rising
The illusion
the loss of a
The illusion
come back again