Luyện nghe bài hát The Mysterical Words Of The Wise

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

Covered with dust, bones of the old
a song of their ancient ancestors.
The understand the mysterious words
They paint Signs - the parchment yellow.

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

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

up the Demons break the peace
(vekke Demonene freden)

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