Luyện nghe bài hát Embrace

What is to be of this
That makes empires tumble tears
The dust of millenia - ages
Staunches the flow of horizons
-
While the days crumble as hours unfold
A sensual - prophetic mocking
As the soils the seeds of the past

one of us to his own

Drowning in solitude
Swallowing the
The hope revealed at last

"Why I fret in microcosmic bonds
That chafe the spirit and the repress
When through the clouds beckoning beyonds
Whose vistas mock man's littleness?"
off those shackles of sufferance
This penance of one thousand
I wield the of destiny
the means of my own death

Give me nails and a hammer
Harness those ecstasies of
myself on cruciform
At last...

With swift feet I my way
Helmed by a cacophony of
Deaf to the legacy of
And beauty and joy since away
Yet now a rush falls my ears
Of dripping - whispering
The hole of emptiness I pour
Unveils the caress far beyond

Now no longer can I
What goes before has again
The of immorality
with this one fell step
Plunge beneath the -
The freezing embrace of the of death

Quote from H.P. Lovecraft's "Phaeton"