Luyện nghe bài hát Sepulcro

I'm alone the wind's blowing on my face
and the branches of the 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 leading my
my hands are touching the wet
and the is making my way blind among
the stones in the realm of the dead.
The old ivy-mantled gate is
while I am opening the of the whisper crypt.
What a morbid my soul has
a god is leading my steps.
I am going is this wet stairs in the stiffing dark
only the noise of a
of water is stressing the time
I'm alone in sepulcro.
I being pieteously observe the men's fragilty.
Putrid bones put upon marble
are for nothing
the cobwebs are covering the ancient effigies
everything's resting in a monumental silence
is forgotten here.
I alone in this sepulcro will bring these
back to life with my action.
This is a profanation
that will give to death
the life of memory.
in this sepulcro.