Luyện nghe bài hát Sepulcro

I'm alone the night blowing on my face
and the branches of the trees are in the big
if this night.
Step by along the shadow path
the black cloak of darkness the door
in the place of silence.
Wha strange emotions are my body
an obscure quiet is leading my
my hands are the wet trees
and the undergrowth is making my way blind
the mossy in the realm of the dead.
The old ivy-mantled is creaking
while I am opening the of the whisper crypt.
What a morbid force my has
a god is leading my steps.
I am going is this wet stairs in the stiffing dark
the noise of a drop
of water is stressing the passing
I'm alone in sepulcro.
I humble pieteously observe the men's fragilty.
Putrid put upon marble sacella
are for nothing
while the cobwebs are covering the ancient
everything's in a monumental silence here
is forgotten here.
I alone in this sepulcro will bring these
to life with my profane action.
This is a profanation
that will give to death
the life of memory.
in this sepulcro.