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
empty if night.
Step by step along the path
the black cloak of darkness opens the
in the place of silence.
Wha strange emotions are my body
an obscure is leading my mind
my are touching the wet trees
and the undergrowth is making my way among
the stones in the realm of the dead.
The old gate is creaking
while I am the door of the whisper crypt.
What a force my soul has
a god is leading my steps.
I am going is this wet stairs in the stiffing dark
only the of a drop
of water is the passing time
I'm alone in sepulcro.
I humble pieteously observe the men's fragilty.
Putrid bones put marble sacella
are for nothing
while the cobwebs are covering the ancient
everything's resting in a monumental here
everything is here.
I alone in this sepulcro bring these relics
back to life with my action.
This is a profanation
that give life to death
the eternal of memory.
in this sepulcro.