Luyện nghe bài hát Die Bruderschaft Des Schmerzes

By a obscure and lonely, haunted by ill angels only,
where an Eidolon named "Night", on a black reigns upright,
I have reached these but newly, from an ultimate dim Thule.
from a weird clime that lieth, sublime, out of space, out of time.
wales and boundless floods, and chasms
and caves, and titan woods, with that no
man can for the tears that drip all over,
Mountains topling evermore into without a shore
seas restlessly aspire, surging into skies of fire.
Lakes endlessly outspread their lone waters, lone and dead.
Their still waters, still and chilly with the 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 ever - by the woods,
by the swamp where the and the newt encamp,
by the dismal tarns and pools dwell
the Ghouls, by each that most unholy,
in each most melancholy, there the traveller meets,
aghast, memories of the past,
forms that start and sigh as they pass
the wanderer by, forms of friends
long given, in agony, to and Heaven.
For the heart whose woes are legion is peaceful,
region, for the spirit that walks
in shadows is, oh, this is Eldorado!
Bid the traveller, through it,
may not not opening view it
its mysteries are exposed to the weak human eye unclosed,
so will its King who hath the uplifting
of the frigid lid, and thus the sad
that here beholds it but through darkened glasses.
By a route obscure and lonely, by
ill angels only, where an Eidolon,
"Night", on a black reigns upright,
I wandered home but newly from an ultimate dim Thule.
Dreamland...