Luyện nghe bài hát Die Bruderschaft Des Schmerzes

By a route obscure and lonely, by ill angels only,
where an Eidolon named "Night", on a black throne upright,
I have these 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 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 waters, still and chilly with 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
lilly, by the mountains, near the river
murmuring slowly, murmuring - by the grey woods,
by the swamp where the toad and the encamp,
by the dismal and pools where dwell
the Ghouls, by each spot that unholy,
in each 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 whose woes are legion this is peaceful,
region, for the spirit that walks
in shadows is, oh, this is Eldorado!
Bid the traveller, travelling it,
may not not opening view it
its mysteries are exposed to the weak human eye unclosed,
so will its King who hath forbid the
of the frigid lid, and thus the sad
that passes beholds it but through darkened glasses.
By a route obscure and lonely, by
ill only, where an Eidolon, named
"Night", on a throne reigns upright,
I have wandered home but newly an ultimate dim Thule.
Dreamland...