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

One

This is a blessed by the victims
Of carnal
The humans ritual of and adoration
history

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

Two

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

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

Part

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

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

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

A of sentiments entwined
Rattle my falling soul
I slumber against the spirit of
a stranger 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 lips I'll freeze
With the of these unrivalled statues

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

Four

"The all-engulfing dawn of habitude shows his claws
Do you still our oath? - 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 duet
Let thy fingers slide on the petals of the flowers
thee stained with mortal, coagulated blood...

On the walls, closes even the stoical eyes
Of the portraits
And the white-eye of a candle falls asleep
its own startling solitude...

Part

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

Deciphering of its ruined scripts
Of the tenebrious I pleasantly sip
Upon leaves autumn has banished
Arises my lovelorn odyssey

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

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

Death suddenly
Annoyed that he couldn't me
He turns from envy

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

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

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

This episode's End.