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 ice-veiled
Have spoken of you, goddess of these woods
I yearn for embrace, spiritess of the melancholia
Show me, again, your sweet
me with your rich, cinder burnt ether
Lure me into your arms and 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 burned into the oak
Night had
Bereaved, I was for her

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

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

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