Luyện nghe bài hát The Melancholy Spirit

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

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

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

And silence...
Pale betrothed the dawn
rain fell
The birds masks

The haunting 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 swaying in the winter

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

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