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 ritual of love and
history

Sentiments decide existance, the artwork that I've
Bizarre she defined her
the lament of the undead
When her eyes have bathed in
And the had new design
In the cradle of our all the blood has turned to wine
But the love no longer remained than just a to survive
In this of perfidity for my mistress to recover
forever strive...

Two

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

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

Part

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

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

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

A of sentiments entwined
Rattle thru my falling
I slumber against the spirit of
Like a in a foreign world!

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

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

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

Part

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

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

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

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

Part

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

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

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

...Returned into that as a whole
Under the questioning of stars and heavens
Dreaming away on the love I've recovered

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

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

The actors fade on the alleys of that elder park
Only two nightshades -
Celebrating the of ages while their sullen laughter
haunts the mortal seeds of ruin...

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

This arcane End.