Luyện nghe bài hát The Mysterical Words Of The Wise

During the sleep Black Butterflies they'll come flying
The old secrets they to us.
The Magic out of the Space springing
Glowing fog - the temple.

Covered dust, bones of the old Wisemen
Sing a of their ancient ancestors.
The Magi understand the words
They paint - the parchment turns yellow.

But still we are at a sleep
We don't the Words for waking up.
The Beam of Eternity us sleep - why?
The is alive - cold frost.

But one time the Mystical Words come to life
(Men en dag vil de Mystiske Ordene komme live)

wake up the Demons the peace
(vekke Demonene freden)

The Butterflies will fly away, the Knowledge will
The of Wisdom will shine through the night