Luyện nghe bài hát Dolor Ante Lucem

The rows of the planted old trees
like the aged monuments of tradition
passed on of the eternal rule of
immortal and the chains for brain
The is painting the trees in the colour of blood
flowerbeds of fadded and dry flowers like the beings
sentenced to the eternal
plunged in the fire of sun bare and empty marble doms
overgrown of and shrouts crosses
are to heaven for a fear of the light
I'm at the gate of eternity
with eyes full of gazed in nothingness
and meanness - those are the earth kingdoms
The daily torment of existence again every part of a clock
energy and is a part of destiny