Luyện nghe bài hát The Melancholy Spirit

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

The blackest ravens and ice-veiled
spoken of you, goddess of these bleak woods
I yearn for your embrace, of the melancholia
Show me, again, sweet face
Enchant me with your rich, cinder ether
Lure me into your arms and bless me eternal death

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

And silence...
Pale clouds betrothed the
Black rain
The birds masks

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

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

She faded my eyes
Since that day a thousand birds have taken flight
And the melancholy rain still pours on...

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