Luyện nghe bài hát Die Bruderschaft Des Schmerzes

By a route and lonely, haunted by ill angels only,
where an Eidolon named "Night", on a throne reigns upright,
I reached these lands but newly, from an ultimate dim Thule.
from a weird clime that lieth, sublime, out of space, out of time.
wales and boundless floods, and chasms
and caves, and titan woods, with forms no
man can discover for the that drip all over,
Mountains topling into seas without a shore
seas restlessly aspire, surging into skies of fire.
Lakes endlessly outspread their lone waters, lone and dead.
Their still waters, still and chilly with the of the lolling lilly.

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