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

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This is a blessed by the victims
Of carnal
The humans ritual of love and
history

Sentiments existance, the artwork that I've bled
Bizarre she defined her
With the lament of the
When her eyes have 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 just a stir to survive
In this labyrinth of perfidity for my mistress to
forever strive...

Two

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

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

Part

Sometimes, when the sun in the back of the earth
When the souls, to whom pain gave birth
Embalm their 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
When the dies
There she approaches
With the new of life...

In a of hazard, in the withering chill
the passion, when hearts stand still

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

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

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

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

Part

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

Come forth,
moment of melancholy
Drink of my desire
The quenchless
That unites our embers...

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

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

Part

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

eternity of its ruined scripts
Of the tenebrious I pleasantly sip
Upon leaves autumn has banished
Arises my lovelorn aura's

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

...Returned that park as a whole
Under the questioning eyes of stars and
Dreaming away on the lost love recovered

suddenly rises
Annoyed he couldn't save me
He turns pale from

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

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

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

This episode's End.