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

One

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

decide existance, the artwork that I've bled
Bizarre she her presence
the lament of the undead
When her eyes have bathed in
And the moon had new
In the cradle of our all the blood has turned to wine
But the love no longer remained than just a stir to
In labyrinth 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 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 - In the still of the moment
the moment dies
There she gently
the new meaning of life...

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

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

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

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

"Si-n asta noapte sfirsese sarut
Poeme - agonizate de-un si-un inceput"

Part

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

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

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

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

Part

heart desires
The balm that away the human waste
Oh come, infidel
Shrouds of frost fall furiously down... of I taste again

Deciphering eternity of its ruined
Of the river I pleasantly sip
Upon lifeless autumn has banished
Arises my lovelorn odyssey

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

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

Death rises
Annoyed that he save me
He turns pale from

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

The actors fade on the dreary alleys of elder park
Only two nightshades -
Celebrating the sunset of while their sullen laughter
Lustfully 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.