Luyện nghe bài hát Die Bruderschaft Des Schmerzes

By a route obscure and lonely, by ill angels only,
an Eidolon named "Night", on a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached lands but newly, from an ultimate dim Thule.
from a wild clime that 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 that drip all over,
Mountains evermore into seas without a shore
seas that restlessly aspire, surging into of fire.
Lakes that endlessly outspread lone waters, lone and dead.
still waters, still and chilly with the snows of the lolling lilly.

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