Luyện nghe bài hát Die Bruderschaft Des Schmerzes

By a route obscure and lonely, haunted by ill only,
where an named "Night", on a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these but newly, from an ultimate dim Thule.
from a wild weird clime lieth, sublime, out of space, out of time.
Bottomless and boundless floods, and chasms
and caves, and woods, with forms that no
man can discover for the tears that all over,
Mountains topling evermore seas without a shore
seas restlessly aspire, surging into skies of fire.
Lakes that endlessly outspread lone waters, lone and dead.
Their still waters, still and with the snows of the lolling lilly.

By the lakes that thus their lone water, lone and dead.
sad waters, sad and chilly with the snows of the
lolling lilly, by the mountains, the river
murmuring slowly, murmuring - by the grey woods,
by the swamp where the toad and the encamp,
by the tarns and pools where dwell
the Ghouls, by each spot most unholy,
in nook most melancholy, there the traveller meets,
aghast, memories of the past,
shrouded forms that start and sigh as pass
the wanderer by, white-robed of friends
given, in agony, to Earth and Heaven.
For the heart whose woes are this is peaceful,
soothing region, for the spirit walks
in shadows this is, oh, is Eldorado!
Bid the traveller, through it,
may not dare not opening it
never its mysteries are to the weak human eye unclosed,
so will its who hath forbid the uplifting
of the frigid lid, and the sad soul
that here passes beholds it but through glasses.
By a obscure and lonely, haunted by
ill only, where an Eidolon, named
"Night", on a black reigns upright,
I have wandered home but newly from an dim Thule.
Dreamland...