Luyện nghe bài hát The Melancholy Spirit

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

The blackest ravens and boughs
spoken of you, goddess of these bleak woods
I for your embrace, spiritess of the melancholia
Show me, again, your sweet
me with your rich, cinder burnt ether
Lure me into arms and bless unto me eternal death

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

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

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

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

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

by Haughm (4/97 - 3/98)]