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

One

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

Sentiments decide existance, the that I've bled
Bizarre she defined her
With the lament of the
When her eyes bathed in danger
And the had new design
In the cradle of our desire all the blood has turned to
But the love no longer remained than just a stir to
In this of perfidity for my mistress to recover
I'll strive...

Two

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

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

Part

Sometimes, when the sun hides in the of the earth
When the souls, to whom pain gave birth
Embalm their coldness with the warmth... then
I can clearly hear the calling of a 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 approaches
the new meaning of life...

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

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

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

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

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

Four

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

Come forth,
Mere moment of
Drink deep of my
The fire
That unites our embers...

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

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

Part

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

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

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

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

Death suddenly
Annoyed he couldn't save me
He turns from envy

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

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

Nights were crystal clear - words were sent from
The colors have seared - pages, whereas
The darkest hour - the mysterious hand
Which sealed

episode's arcane End.