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 reached these lands but newly, from an dim Thule.
a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime, out of space, out of time.
Bottomless wales and floods, and chasms
and caves, and titan woods, with that no
man can discover for the tears drip all over,
Mountains topling into seas without a shore
seas that restlessly aspire, into skies of fire.
Lakes that endlessly outspread their waters, lone and dead.
Their still waters, still and with the snows of the lolling lilly.

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