Luyện nghe bài hát The Tale Of A Nocturnal Empress

The howled at the moon
chilly autumn night
And cold winds whispered
The leaves

When the light from
A late, yet crimson
Shined the morning mist
She was and so reborn

in a web of silver beams
Thrown from an of stars
A sea that now
shall haunt her existence

She only in darkness
She from the vein of
An child yet she is strong
by the chains of mortality

Sometimes under the ocean of
She gazes at the black horizon, wistful 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 trinity
She is the pleasure from your pain

The of nocturnals
shalt fear and thou shalt serve
And shalt die
In her kiss of death