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 throne reigns upright,
I have reached these but newly, from an ultimate dim Thule.
from a wild weird clime lieth, sublime, out of space, out of time.
wales and boundless floods, and chasms
and caves, and titan woods, with that no
man can discover for the that drip all over,
Mountains topling evermore seas without a shore
seas restlessly aspire, surging into skies of fire.
Lakes that outspread their lone waters, lone and dead.
Their still waters, still and chilly with the of the lolling lilly.

By the lakes thus 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 where the toad and the newt encamp,
by the tarns and pools where dwell
the Ghouls, by each spot most unholy,
in nook most melancholy, there the traveller meets,
aghast, memories of the past,
shrouded forms that start and sigh as they
the wanderer by, forms of friends
long given, in agony, to and Heaven.
For the heart whose are legion this is peaceful,
soothing region, for the spirit walks
in shadows is, oh, this is Eldorado!
Bid the traveller, through it,
may not dare not opening it
never its mysteries are to the weak human eye unclosed,
so will its who hath forbid the uplifting
of the frigid lid, and thus the sad
that passes beholds it but through darkened glasses.
By a obscure and lonely, haunted by
ill angels only, an Eidolon, named
"Night", on a black throne upright,
I have wandered home but newly from an dim Thule.
Dreamland...