Luyện nghe bài hát Dolor Ante Lucem

The of the even planted old trees
standing like the monuments of tradition
passed on of the rule of light
immortal and the chains for brain
The is painting the trees in the colour of blood
flowerbeds of fadded and dry flowers like the human
sentenced to the estrangement
Cemeteries plunged in the fire of sun bare and empty marble
overgrown of and shrouts crosses
are screamin' to heaven for a of the light
I'm standing at the gate of
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
and stone is a part of destiny