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 weeping in the woods

The blackest ravens and ice-veiled
Have of you, goddess of these bleak woods
I yearn for embrace, spiritess of the melancholia
Show me, again, your sweet
Enchant me your rich, cinder burnt ether
Lure me into your and bless unto me eternal death

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

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

The haunting of her woe
Had itself into the oak
Night had
Bereaved, I was for her

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

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

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