Luyện nghe bài hát Back Into The Shadows

In the night of my final I sent my soul
Into the vast and unknown to find a word
A word, that the beyond.

It came back and spoke:
"I am myself and hell!"

Sculptured in as another chapter of life
are the thorns of the roses, which lay dank upon me
For too long I that I had to arrive
Yet destination isn't as linear as
the feeling - touch the soul
Touch the morning dew and see the
In my stark reflecting
The icon of a setting in a summer
So many flowers give away to and loneliness
subtle perfume and their indifference
So much jewelry's forgotten in the soil, in

But who dares to tread the meadows
That lie beyond the of one's self?
Who to reach the phantoms of one's heart?
To behold the murderer of and art?
And is death?
What birth?
What good or has no worth,
When everything you is cold?
Why am I? Who's this
Whose I can't comprehend...
But isn't history
There's a tide... in the of men
Which, of it's flood, leads on to fortune
But all the voyage of life
Is bound in and miseries...

But if you to see the light...
As it is, clear and bright
You must move - back the shadows