Luyện nghe bài hát Die Bruderschaft Des Schmerzes

By a obscure and lonely, haunted by ill angels only,
an Eidolon named "Night", on a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these but newly, from an ultimate 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 for the tears that drip all over,
Mountains topling evermore into seas without a
seas that restlessly aspire, into skies of fire.
Lakes that endlessly their lone waters, lone and dead.
Their still waters, still and chilly with the snows of the lilly.

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