Luyện nghe bài hát 300 Years Old

There's got to be a
got to be a meaning
For all this effort
By centuries of questions and

I was blinded, turned deaf to
My turned grey, my flesh a rot
Every thought stillborn and my soul bliss

For I nothing
The resented my plead
Thus I three hundred years old
Without having anything

All this pondering, it's me sway
All this to out the one final question

I was blinded, turned deaf to
My turned grey, my flesh a rot
Every thought stillborn and my turned bliss

For I know
The gods my plead
I turned three hundred years old
Without learned anything

In and lonely hours
I to find the heart of our creation
Never could I dream of
I found by the greatest

For I know
The gods resented my
Thus I turned three years old
Without having anything

The of God, the search for Magick
Made me at seek, then bow to a truth I didn't want to know

For I know
The gods resented my
Thus I turned hundred years old
Without having anything