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

One

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

Sentiments existance, the artwork that I've bled
Bizarre she defined her
the lament of the undead
When her eyes bathed in danger
And the had new design
In the cradle of our desire all the has turned to wine
But the no longer remained than just a stir to survive
In this labyrinth of for my mistress to recover
forever strive...

Two

Dem - die Hoffnung
Dem - Der Fluch
Der - die Dichtung, die dem Sterben entsprung...

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

Three

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

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

In a haze of hazard, in the chill
Baleful's the passion, when hearts still

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

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

Then I'll as a phantom of the posthumous regrets
And my lips I'll freeze
With the kiss of these statues

"Si-n noapte sfirsese printr-un sarut
Poeme - agonizate infinit si-un inceput"

Part

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

forth, Feline
Mere of melancholy
deep of my desire
The quenchless
unites our tameless embers...

Come forth,
Tortured by our duet
Let thy fingers slide on the petals of the flowers
thee stained with mortal, coagulated blood...

On the walls, midnight closes even the stoical
Of the portraits
And the white-eye of a lonely candle falls
Into its own solitude...

Five

Silent heart
The balm that away the human waste
Oh come, duchess
Shrouds of fall furiously down... of thee I taste again

eternity of its ruined scripts
Of the tenebrious I pleasantly sip
lifeless leaves autumn has banished
Arises my lovelorn aura's

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

...Returned into that as a whole
Under the questioning of stars and heavens
Dreaming away on the lost I've recovered

Death suddenly
Annoyed he couldn't save me
He turns pale envy

The seasons vanish and so does story
As the same poets hand the pen
He this spectacle with...

The actors fade on the dreary of that elder park
Only two nightshades -
Celebrating the sunset of ages while their laughter
haunts the mortal seeds of ruin...

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

This arcane End.