Luyện nghe bài hát The Tale Of A Nocturnal Empress

The wolves at the moon
That autumn night
And cold whispered through
The scattered

When the first from
A late, yet crimson
Shined the morning mist
She was dead and so

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

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

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

She is the eye of the
She is the ear of the
She is itself of the holy trinity
She is the pleasure conceived from your

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