Luyện nghe bài hát The Tale Of A Nocturnal Empress

The wolves at the moon
That chilly autumn
And cold winds whispered
The leaves

When the first light
A late, yet dawn
through the morning mist
She was and so reborn

Caught in a web of silver
Thrown from an ocean of
A sea from now
Always shall haunt her

She exists in darkness
She from the vein of
An child yet she is strong
Unbound by the of mortality

under the ocean of stars
She gazes at the horizon, wistful thoughts of death
She for sleep, she has no quest
Just an eternal lust for blood, always walk alone,

She is the eye of the
She is the ear of the
She is mockery itself of the holy
She is the pleasure from your pain

The empress of
Thou shalt fear and thou shalt
And shalt die
In her kiss of death