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

One

This is a world by the victims
Of carnal
The humans of love and adoration
history

Sentiments decide existance, the artwork that bled
she defined her presence
With the lament of the
When her eyes bathed in danger
And the moon had new
In the cradle of our desire all the has turned to wine
But the love no longer remained just a stir to survive
In this labyrinth of for my mistress to recover
forever strive...

Two

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

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

Part

Sometimes, when the sun in the back of the earth
When the souls, to whom pain gave birth
Embalm coldness with the blood's warmth... then
I can clearly hear the calling of a lonely and distant

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

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

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

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

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

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

Four

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

Come forth,
Mere of melancholy
Drink deep of my
The fire
unites our tameless embers...

Come forth,
by our final duet
Let thy pale fingers slide on the petals of the
That thee stained with mortal, blood...

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

Part

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

Deciphering of its ruined scripts
Of the tenebrious river I sip
Upon lifeless leaves has banished
Arises my lovelorn aura's

"Un ornic cu rostiri funebre, suna
Iar tenebre, peste parcul amortit"

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

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

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

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

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

This arcane End.