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 to speech
My hair grey, my flesh a rot
Every thought stillborn and my turned bliss

For I nothing
The resented my plead
I turned three hundred years old
Without having learned

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

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

For I nothing
The gods resented my
I turned three hundred years old
Without having learned

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

For I know
The gods resented my
Thus I three hundred years old
having learned anything

The thesis of God, the for Magick
Made me at first seek, then bow to a truth I want to know

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