Luyện nghe bài hát Wrapped In Mystery

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

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

I to comprehend all thoughts of thine
Thou my bond
Oh, concubine
Who not wait to die
(Neither I)
Thou hast grandeur of virtue
Which took
When thou wert
could perceive it till thy doom...

...Abducted thy attachment and spirited off.
Light in thy casements to deep dusk for aught I know
"Ye wad have glimpsed the outline of her in the mist
She wrapped in mystery so did she not exist?

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

Thou can't deplore the bones of for aye
As soon as decay
hath to fade away
Evince the corpse -
The senseless of thine
into oblivion!"
Nane annoy its rest
Nane shalt its rest
Nane shalt turn soil to annoy!

Do let's jog as feasts
With it affects us all
All sincere senses are to
Under its

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

Never-ending
Diabolo he was
monster in the mortal flesh
Strikes in weak of yours
Strikes in mind of yours
Penetrating all your
essence
Diabolo he was
Hark!

"So I looking thoughtfully at the phantom
For a trying to make out
How it could appear... What it wants to to me
Stuff and nonsense! It's mute!"

He's to be eyes -
What are you to
He's to be ears -
are you to hear?
There is to be done but to serve him!
If you do not so you're to do!

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

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

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

When I my eyes I see
dead 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 cavalcade of