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 spiritess in the woods

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

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

And silence...
Pale clouds betrothed the
rain fell
The birds wore

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

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

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

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