Luyện nghe bài hát Near Dark

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This is a world by the victims of carnal tragedy
The humans ritual of and adoration dense-waven history
decide existance, the artwork that I've bled
Bizarre she her presence
the lament of the undead
When her eyes have bathed in
And the had new design
In the cradle of our all the blood has turned to wine
But the love no remained than just a stir to survive
In this labyrinth of perfidity for my mistress to
I'll strive...
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Dem Sterbenden - die Hoffnung, dem Propheten - der
Der - die Dichtung, die dem Sterben entsprung...
The night is crystal - words are sent from pictures
Sounds I can't hear - as weakness wins my body
Selling cheap my soul - and its heart
Eclipsing the - planet, history and light...
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Sometimes, when the sun hides in the back of the
the hungry souls, to whom pain gave birth
Embalm their coldness with the warmth... then
I can hear the calling of a lonely and distant star
In the shade of the
Yet in the still of the nights - In the still of the
When the moment dies - she gently approaches
the new meaning of life...
In a of hazard, in the withering chill
Baleful's the passion, hearts stand still
A flood of sentiments entwined - thru my falling soul
I slumber against the spirit of
Like a stranger in a world!
In a park, along the alleys, stained with blood and
In the hour, dusk disperses
Its colors on the white
Then I'll as a phantom of the posthumous regrets
And my fiery lips I'll
the kiss of these unrivalled statues
"Si-n asta noapte sfirsese printr-un
Poeme - agonizate infinit si-un inceput"
Four:
"The dawn of habitude shows his claws again-
Do you still remember our - Til light do us part!?"
Come forth, Feline - Mere moment of
Drink deep of my desire - The fire
That our tameless embers...
forth, Feline - Tortured by our final duet
Let thy pale fingers slide on the of the flowers
That thee stained with mortal, blood...
On the walls, midnight closes even the eyes
Of the portraits
And the white-eye of a lonely candle asleep
its own startling solitude...
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Silent heart
The that drives away the human waste
Oh come, infidel
Shrouds of frost fall furiusly down... of I taste again
eternity of its ruined scripts
Of the tenebrious I pleasantly sip
Upon leaves autumn has banished
Arises my lovelorn aura's
"Un ornic cu rostiri funebre, amiaza-ndirjit
Iar tenebre, peste parcul amortit"
..Returned into that park as a
the questioning eyes of stars and heavens
Dreaming on the lost love I've recovered
Death suddenly - Annoyed that he couldn't save me
He pale from envy
The seasons vanish and so does this
As the same poets hand the pen
He pictured this with...
The actors fade on the dreary alleys of that elder
Only two nightshades -
Celebrating the sunset of ages while sullen laughter
haunts the mortal seeds of ruin...
Nights were crystal clear - words were sent from
The color have seared - pages, whereas
The darkest hour revealed - the hand
Which dutifully
This arcane end.