Luyện nghe bài hát Near Dark (...und Der Tod Wird Vor Neid Erblassen)

One

This is a world by the victims
Of tragedy
The humans ritual of love and
Dense-woven

Sentiments decide existance, the that I've bled
Bizarre she defined her
With the of the undead
When her have bathed in danger
And the had new design
In the of our desire 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 to recover
I'll strive...

Two

Dem Sterbenden - die
Dem - Der Fluch
Der Liebe - die Dichtung, die dem entsprung...

The night is crystal clear - are sent from pictures
that I can't hear - as weakness wins my body
Selling cheap my soul - and its bleeding
Eclipsing the - planet, history and light...

Three

Sometimes, the sun hides in the back of the earth
the hungry souls, to whom pain gave birth
Embalm their with the blood's warmth... then
I can clearly hear the of a lonely and distant star

In the shade of the
Yet in the still of the - In the still of the moment
When the dies
There she gently
With the new of life...

In a of hazard, in the withering chill
Baleful's the passion, when hearts stand

A flood of sentiments
Rattle thru my soul
I slumber the spirit of time
Like a stranger in a world!

In a park, the alleys, stained with blood and tears
In the hour, when dusk
Its colors on the statues

Then I'll wander as a phantom of the posthumous
And my fiery lips I'll
With the of these unrivalled statues

"Si-n asta noapte sfirsese printr-un
Poeme - agonizate de-un infinit inceput"

Part

"The all-engulfing dawn of habitude shows his again-
Do you still our oath? - Til light do us part!?"

forth, Feline
Mere moment of
Drink deep of my
The quenchless
That our tameless embers...

forth, Feline
Tortured by our final
Let thy pale fingers slide on the petals of the
That thee with mortal, coagulated blood...

On the walls, midnight closes even the eyes
Of the unsleeping
And the white-eye of a candle falls asleep
Into its own solitude...

Part

Silent heart
The balm drives away the human waste
Oh come, infidel
Shrouds of frost furiously down... of thee I taste again

eternity of its ruined scripts
Of the river I pleasantly sip
Upon leaves autumn has banished
my lovelorn aura's odyssey

"Un ornic cu rostiri funebre, amiaza-ndirjit
Iar ceru-mprastia tenebre, peste amortit"

...Returned that park as a whole
Under the eyes of stars and heavens
Dreaming on the lost love I've recovered

Death suddenly
Annoyed that he save me
He pale from envy

The seasons and so does this story
As the same poets raises the pen
He pictured this with...

The actors fade on the alleys of that elder park
Only two remaining -
Celebrating the sunset of ages while their sullen
haunts the mortal seeds of ruin...

Nights were crystal clear - words sent from pictures
The colors have seared - pages, whereas
The hour revealed - the mysterious hand
Which dutifully

This arcane End.