Luyện nghe bài hát The Mysterical Words Of The Wise

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

Covered dust, bones of the old Wisemen
a song of their ancient ancestors.
The understand the mysterious 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 makes us - why?
The mind is alive - frost.

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

wake up the break the peace
(vekke bryte freden)

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