Luyện nghe bài hát Wrapped In Mystery

(In fifth were Unnamed forms, which cast the metals into the expanse)

"So I remained looking at the humble grave
For a minute to make out
What's been there for years
hat it wants to to me
and nonsense!
It's absolutely so it is full of bones,
And worms,
And brown in rotten rags"

I used to all thoughts of thine
wert my bond
Oh, concubine
Who could not to die
(Neither I)
Thou embodied grandeur of virtue
took event
When wert slept
Nane could it till thy doom...

...Abducted thy attachment and spirited off.
Light in thy casements turned to dusk for aught I know
"Ye wad have the outline of her in the Scotch mist
She wrapped in mystery so did she not e'er

It place during the night
ye tend to turn off the lights
Wrapped in mystery askance she looks at
the conformity!

Thou deplore the bones of thine for aye
As as corpse decay
hath to fade away
Evince the corpse -
The senseless of thine
Sunk oblivion!"
shalt annoy its rest
Nane annoy its rest
shalt turn that soil to annoy!

Do jog as frenzy feasts
With cunning it us all
All senses are to fall
its burden

Ah, meanwhile it o'er corpses
ghost is to survive
The phrases can't describe
All of...

Never-ending
Diabolo he was
He's monster in the mortal
in weak corpse of yours
Strikes in weak of yours
all your thoughts
Never-ending
Diabolo he was
Hark!

"So I remained looking at the phantom
For a minute trying to out
How it appear... What it wants to speak to me
and nonsense! It's absolutely mute!"

He's to be your -
What are you to
to be your ears -
What are you to
is nothing to be done but to serve him!
If you do not so you're to do!

Methought wert departed
thou'd gone without any explanation
Utterly I was proud I wad ne'er hae seen
The"subject of my pride"
I've got to wear the way
of suicide!

Stormy night sways wooden
any screed or remorse
Wrapped in thou shalt beget thy sigh
Thy screech"Wha am I"?

It place during the night
When ye tend to turn off the
Wrapped in mystery askance she at thee
the conformity!

When I my eyes I see
Only of night entirely... So dark
I am to cease the dream of mine

So you ought to the lie
in grave or you may die
Believe in of destiny