Luyện nghe bài hát Sepulcro

I'm alone the night blowing on my face
and the branches of the trees are in the big
empty if night.
Step by step along the shadow
the black cloak of opens the door
in the of eternal silence.
Wha emotions are striking my body
an obscure is leading my mind
my hands are the wet trees
and the is making my way blind among
the mossy in the realm of the dead.
The old ivy-mantled gate is
I am opening the door of the whisper crypt.
What a force my soul has
a hidden god is my steps.
I am going down is this wet stairs in the stiffing
only the of a drop
of is stressing the passing time
I'm in this sepulcro.
I humble being observe the men's fragilty.
Putrid bones put upon sacella
are for nothing
while the cobwebs are covering the ancient
everything's resting in a monumental silence
is forgotten here.
I alone in this will bring these relics
back to life my profane action.
This is a profanation
that will give to death
the life of memory.
Alone in sepulcro.