Luyện nghe bài hát The Sleeping Child

Starlight twinkles
As they this night
Distant clatter of the horses
their demise

"Bring oaken barrels, your horns
Lay all aside"
A golden shimmer its trail
the tavern's light

Mors et natura
Cum creatura

At stroke
two moons rise
And storm
The child

When two moons
Silent will fall
Once upon
Like a long ago

The child

Then a storyteller the realm
Of dragons, wizards,
As men and servants
Are sitting round the fire by side

No one knows the
Out of the deep
Mother death is to sing
Her so sweet

Mors stupebit et
Cum resurget

Under the cloak of
And within the dim
As and servants shed
Their lifeblood on their

two moons unite
Silent tears fall
Once a time
Like a dream ago

At midnight's
two moons rise
And storm
The sleeping