Luyện nghe bài hát Athene Noctua

(Blissmaster's in the Hall of Twilight) opus 36, Bb-minor

And the paints
on black grey on grey
it's sad farewell and won't wait
to return to your dustbound shrine
all that you gathered buys you no
spirit of fear of the sublime
grave of mortal's life
in the end the spirit ever rise?

If freedom becomes your
deep within yourself
for the soul of erotic
to set recklessly free
for right and who's wrong
in a of passion
in the House of and Lie
fear of self annihilates the soul

Touch and like a torch burn
upon your endlessness
lightning of rapture
my hour of passion and
joyfully I shall
in for your bliss

All those minor I've died
All those times rested
weary upon your
exhausted by your
flame of lust extinguished in the ocean of

is the wisdom: life is coming and going
and of the ones into one
of souls harmony under the sun