Luyện nghe bài hát Embrace

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

one of us to his own

Drowning in hallowed
the void
The hope revealed at last

"Why should I fret in microcosmic
That chafe the spirit and the repress
When the clouds gleam beckoning beyonds
Whose shining mock man's littleness?"
Throw off shackles of sufferance
penance of one thousand ordeals
I wield the scepter of
the means of my own death

Give me both nails and a
Harness those ecstasies of
Prostrate myself on
At last...

swift feet I made my way
Helmed by a of despair
Deaf to the of youthfullness
And beauty and joy pined away
Yet now a rush falls upon my
Of dripping - whispering
The hole of emptiness I pour
Unveils the caress from far

Now no can I ignore
goes before has gone again
The of immorality
Satisfied this one fell step
Plunge beneath the -
The freezing embrace of the goddess of

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