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 ritual of and adoration
Dense-woven

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

Two

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

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

Part

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part

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

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

Come forth,
Tortured by our final
Let thy pale slide on the petals of the flowers
thee stained with mortal, coagulated blood...

On the walls, midnight closes even the stoical
Of the unsleeping
And the white-eye of a lonely candle falls
its own startling solitude...

Part

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

Deciphering eternity of its scripts
Of the tenebrious river I sip
Upon lifeless leaves has banished
Arises my lovelorn odyssey

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

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

suddenly rises
Annoyed that he couldn't me
He pale from envy

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

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

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

This episode's End.