Luyện nghe bài hát Die Bruderschaft Des Schmerzes

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

By the lakes that thus outspread lone water, lone and dead.
Their sad waters, sad and chilly with the of the
lolling lilly, by the mountains, near the
slowly, murmuring ever - by the grey woods,
by the swamp where the and the newt encamp,
by the dismal tarns and where dwell
the Ghouls, by each spot most unholy,
in nook most melancholy, there the traveller meets,
aghast, sheeted of the past,
shrouded forms start and sigh as they pass
the wanderer by, forms of friends
given, in agony, to Earth and Heaven.
For the heart whose are legion this is peaceful,
soothing region, for the spirit that
in shadows is, oh, this is Eldorado!
Bid the traveller, travelling it,
may not dare not opening it
its mysteries are exposed to the weak human eye unclosed,
so will its King who forbid the uplifting
of the frigid lid, and thus the sad
that here passes beholds it but through glasses.
By a obscure and lonely, haunted by
ill angels only, an Eidolon, named
"Night", on a black throne upright,
I have wandered home but newly from an dim Thule.
Dreamland...