Luyện nghe bài hát The Turning

Lurking out of
Night shall fall and feed my
Beneath an eerie moon a comes over me

Eyes by candlelight
A divided in the mirror
My ripped by daggers of my alchemy

Side by with myself again
As curse descends on trembling hands

Oh, my soul
Losing control when the bells

on the prowl
In the glow, nocturnal
My breath hangs like ghosts in the air

This ill effect, a vile
Of my design,
The rages on and on

Side by side myself again
As midnight's curse on trembling hands

Oh, my soul
control when the bells toll
Oh, my soul
I'm in control when the toll