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

One

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

Sentiments decide existance, the artwork that bled
she defined her presence
With the of the undead
her eyes have bathed in danger
And the had new design
In the cradle of our desire all the blood has to wine
But the love no longer remained than just a stir to
In this labyrinth of perfidity for my to recover
I'll strive...

Two

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

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

Part

Sometimes, the sun hides in the back of the earth
When the souls, to whom pain gave 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 of the moment
When the dies
There she approaches
With the new of life...

In a of hazard, in the withering chill
Baleful's the passion, hearts stand still

A of sentiments entwined
Rattle my falling soul
I slumber the spirit of time
Like a stranger in a world!

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

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

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

Part

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

forth, Feline
Mere moment of
deep of my desire
The quenchless
That unites our embers...

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

On the walls, closes even the stoical eyes
Of the unsleeping
And the of a lonely candle falls asleep
its own startling solitude...

Part

heart desires
The that drives away 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 lifeless autumn has banished
Arises my aura's odyssey

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

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

Death rises
Annoyed that he save me
He turns from envy

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

The actors fade on the dreary of that elder park
Only two remaining -
Celebrating the sunset of ages their sullen laughter
Lustfully haunts the mortal of ruin...

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

episode's arcane End.