Luyện nghe bài hát Dolor Ante Lucem

The rows of the even old trees
like the aged monuments of tradition
passed on of the rule of light
immortal and the chains for brain
The fall is painting the trees in the colour of
flowerbeds of fadded and dry like the human beings
sentenced to the estrangement
Cemeteries in the fire of sun bare and empty marble doms
overgrown of and shrouts crosses
are screamin' to heaven for a of the light
I'm standing at the gate of
with eyes of pain gazed in nothingness
vileness and meanness - those are the earth
The daily of existence comes again every part of a clock
energy and stone is a part of