Luyện nghe bài hát The Melancholy Spirit

It was in this haunted place under a 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, sweet face
Enchant me your rich, cinder burnt ether
Lure me into your arms and bless me eternal death

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

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

The haunting of her woe
Had burned 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 before my eyes
Since that day a thousand veiled birds have flight
And the melancholy still pours forever on...

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