Luyện nghe bài hát Sepulcro

I'm the night wind's blowing on my face
and the branches of the are crying in the big
empty if night.
Step by step along the shadow
the black cloak of darkness opens the
in the of eternal silence.
Wha strange emotions are my body
an obscure quiet is my mind
my hands are the wet trees
and the undergrowth is making my way among
the mossy in the realm of the dead.
The old ivy-mantled gate is
while I am opening the door of the crypt.
a morbid force my soul has
a hidden god is my steps.
I am going down is this wet stairs in the stiffing
only the noise of a
of is stressing the passing time
I'm alone in sepulcro.
I being pieteously observe the men's fragilty.
Putrid bones put upon sacella
are waiting for
while the cobwebs are covering the ancient
everything's resting in a monumental here
is forgotten here.
I alone in this sepulcro bring these relics
back to life with my action.
This is a profanation
that will life to death
the eternal of memory.
Alone in sepulcro.