Luyện nghe bài hát Near Dark

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This is a blessed by the victims of carnal tragedy
The humans ritual of love and dense-waven history
Sentiments decide existance, the artwork that I've
she defined her presence
With the of the undead
When her eyes have bathed in
And the moon had new
In the cradle of our desire all the has turned to wine
But the love no longer remained than just a stir to
In this labyrinth of for my mistress to recover
I'll strive...
Two:
Dem Sterbenden - die Hoffnung, dem Propheten - der
Der - die Dichtung, die dem Sterben entsprung...
The night is clear - words are sent from pictures
Sounds I can't hear - as weakness wins my body
Selling cheap my soul - and its bleeding
the whole - planet, history and light...
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Sometimes, when the sun hides in the of the earth
When the souls, to whom pain gave birth
Embalm their with the blood's warmth... then
I can clearly the calling of a lonely and distant star
In the of the abhorrent
Yet in the still of the nights - In the still of the
When the moment dies - There she approaches
With the new of life...
In a of hazard, in the withering chill
Baleful's the passion, when stand still
A flood of sentiments - Rattle thru my falling soul
I slumber against the of time
a stranger in a foreign world!
In a park, along the alleys, stained with and tears
In the hour, when disperses
Its colors on the white
Then wander as a phantom of the posthumous regrets
And my lips I'll freeze
With the kiss of these statues
"Si-n asta noapte printr-un sarut
Poeme - agonizate infinit si-un inceput"
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"The all-engulfing of habitude shows his claws again-
Do you still remember our - Til light do us part!?"
Come forth, - Mere moment of melancholy
Drink deep of my desire - The quenchless
That our tameless embers...
Come forth, Feline - by our final duet
Let thy pale fingers slide on the of the flowers
That thee with mortal, coagulated blood...
On the walls, midnight closes even the eyes
Of the unsleeping
And the white-eye of a lonely candle falls
Into its own solitude...
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Silent heart
The balm drives away the human waste
Oh come, infidel
of frost fall furiusly down... of thee I taste again
Deciphering eternity of its ruined
Of the tenebrious I pleasantly sip
Upon lifeless autumn has banished
Arises my lovelorn aura's
"Un cu rostiri funebre, suna amiaza-ndirjit
Iar ceru-nprastia tenebre, parcul amortit"
..Returned into park as a whole
Under the eyes of stars and heavens
Dreaming away on the lost I've recovered
Death suddenly rises - Annoyed that he couldn't me
He pale from envy
The seasons and so does this story
As the same hand raises the pen
He pictured this with...
The actors fade on the dreary alleys of that park
Only two remaining -
Celebrating the sunset of ages while their sullen
Lustfully the mortal seeds of ruin...
Nights were crystal clear - were sent from pictures
The color have seared - these pages,
The hour revealed - the mysterious hand
dutifully sealed
This arcane end.