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

One

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

Sentiments existance, the artwork that I've bled
Bizarre she her presence
With the lament of the
When her eyes have in danger
And the moon had new
In the of our desire all the blood has turned to wine
But the no longer remained than just a stir to survive
In this of perfidity for my mistress to recover
I'll strive...

Two

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

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

Part

Sometimes, when the sun hides in the of the earth
the hungry souls, to whom pain gave birth
Embalm their coldness 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 - In the still of the moment
When the dies
There she approaches
With the new of life...

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

A of sentiments entwined
thru my falling soul
I slumber against the spirit of
Like a in a foreign world!

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

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

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

Four

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

forth, Feline
Mere of melancholy
Drink of my desire
The fire
That unites our embers...

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

On the walls, midnight even the stoical eyes
Of the unsleeping
And the white-eye of a lonely falls asleep
its own startling solitude...

Part

Silent desires
The balm that drives the human waste
Oh come, duchess
Shrouds of frost fall furiously down... of thee I taste

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

"Un ornic cu funebre, suna amiaza-ndirjit
Iar tenebre, peste parcul amortit"

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

Death rises
that he couldn't save me
He turns pale from

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

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

Nights were crystal - words were sent from pictures
The colors have seared - these pages,
The darkest hour revealed - the hand
dutifully sealed

This arcane End.