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 ravens and ice-veiled boughs
Have of you, goddess of these bleak woods
I yearn for embrace, spiritess of the melancholia
Show me, again, your face
Enchant me with your rich, cinder ether
me into your arms and bless unto me eternal death

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

And silence...
Pale betrothed the dawn
Black fell
The wore masks

The stain of her woe
Had itself into the oak
had gone
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 veiled birds have taken
And the melancholy rain still forever on...

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