🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: The Blue Mists Of Night - Empyrium

  may a moon shall rise...
 And lead me into the cold  of the night
 Here we  in our grief
  in an absence of light
 Here is no 
 No escape from our 
 Entwined in this  embrace
  fear and bemourn to depart
 
 When  shadows fall,
 And the  sets in us all...
 
  silent hopes remain
 And  aching grief
 That grows into a bottomless vale  fall
 Oh,  give myself away...
 Away!
 Far away!
 To this dim and  place
 My  reflects the night...
 
 Languid moonshine
 I bath my skin in 
  may thy beauty
 be  in me
  winds, whisper to me
 Thy songs of solitude  joy...