Luyện nghe bài hát The Dying Illusion

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