Luyện nghe bài hát Embrace

What is to be of pestilience
That empires tumble like tears
The of millenia - fallen ages
Staunches the flow of dawning
-
While the days crumble as their hours
A sensual - prophetic mocking
As the swallow the seeds of the past

one of us to his own

Drowning in solitude
Swallowing the
The pallid hope at last

"Why should I fret in microcosmic
chafe the spirit and the mind repress
When through the clouds gleam beyonds
shining vistas mock man's littleness?"
Throw off those shackles of
This of one thousand ordeals
I the scepter of destiny
Choose the means of my own

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

With feet I made my way
Helmed by a cacophony of
to the legacy of youthfullness
And beauty and joy since pined
Yet now a rush upon my ears
Of dripping - words
The hole of I pour through
Unveils the from far beyond

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

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