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 weeping in the

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

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

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

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

One last I witnessed her beauty in the distance
The arms of the 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 rain still forever on...

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