Luyện nghe bài hát The Violin Of Erich Zann

I the Night
sight's still inside
On old men's
Ghosts of beens

Voices of the
Cried for many
of the mind
Hunted kinds

The cried out to the night
Silent screaming-by blood
I found, nowhere found me
The of Gods
Embrace the crying of

He sat in the
Candle's out
the mad sound
Was in fight
to the window
He stared at the
And the world
opened a mind

Coming the ancient
Dark of refused mights
A man-demonic fight
By the strings of his