Luyện nghe bài hát Sepulcro

I'm alone the night blowing on my face
and the of the trees are crying in the big
if this night.
Step by step along the shadow
the black of darkness opens the door
in the place of silence.
Wha emotions are striking my body
an obscure quiet is my mind
my hands are the wet trees
and the undergrowth is my way blind among
the stones in the realm of the dead.
The old gate is creaking
while I am opening the of the whisper crypt.
a morbid force my soul has
a hidden god is my steps.
I am going down is this wet stairs in the dark
the noise of a drop
of water is the passing time
I'm in this sepulcro.
I humble being pieteously observe the fragilty.
Putrid bones put marble sacella
are waiting for
while the cobwebs are the ancient effigies
everything's resting in a monumental here
is forgotten here.
I alone in this sepulcro will these relics
back to life with my action.
This is a profanation
that will life to death
the life of memory.
in this sepulcro.