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

One

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

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

Two

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

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

Three

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

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

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

A flood of entwined
Rattle thru my falling
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 on the white statues

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

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

Four

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

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

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

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

Five

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

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

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

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

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

The vanish 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 while their sullen
Lustfully the mortal seeds of ruin...

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

This arcane End.