Luyện nghe bài hát The Melancholy Spirit

It was in this haunted place under a cloak of ebony
I was drawn to the of a young spiritess weeping in the woods

The blackest and ice-veiled boughs
Have spoken of you, of these bleak woods
I yearn for your embrace, spiritess of the
me, again, your sweet face
Enchant me with rich, cinder burnt ether
me into your arms and bless unto me eternal death

She had spoken to the
Her words wisped in tongues of the

And silence...
Pale betrothed the dawn
Black fell
The birds wore

The haunting of her woe
Had itself into the oak
Night had
Bereaved, I was for her

One last time I witnessed her in the distance
The arms of the trees tore at her morbid gown swaying in the winter

She before my eyes
Since that day a thousand veiled have taken flight
And the melancholy rain still forever on...

[Music by (4/97 - 3/98)]