Luyện nghe bài hát Die Bruderschaft Des Schmerzes

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

By the lakes thus outspread their lone water, lone and dead.
Their sad waters, sad and with the snows of the
lolling lilly, by the mountains, the river
slowly, murmuring ever - by the grey woods,
by the swamp where the toad and the encamp,
by the dismal tarns and pools where
the Ghouls, by each that most unholy,
in each nook melancholy, there the traveller meets,
aghast, memories of the past,
shrouded forms that start and as they pass
the wanderer by, forms of friends
given, in agony, to Earth 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
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 darkened glasses.
By a route obscure and lonely, by
ill angels only, where an Eidolon,
"Night", on a black reigns upright,
I have wandered but newly from an ultimate dim Thule.
Dreamland...