Luyện nghe bài hát The Melancholy Spirit

It was in this haunted place a moonless cloak of ebony
I was drawn to the of a young spiritess weeping in the woods

The blackest ravens and boughs
Have spoken of you, goddess of bleak woods
I yearn for your embrace, spiritess of the
Show me, again, sweet face
Enchant me with rich, cinder burnt ether
Lure me your arms and bless unto me eternal death

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

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

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

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

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

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