Luyện nghe bài hát Embrace

What is to be of pestilience
makes empires tumble like tears
The dust of millenia - fallen
Staunches the flow of dawning
-
While the days crumble as their hours
A swooning - prophetic mocking
As the soils the seeds of the past

one of us to his own

Drowning in hallowed
Swallowing the
The hope revealed at last

"Why I fret in microcosmic bonds
That chafe the and the mind repress
When the clouds gleam beckoning beyonds
shining vistas mock man's littleness?"
Throw off those of sufferance
This of one thousand ordeals
I wield the scepter of
the means of my own death

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

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

Now no longer can I
What before has gone again
The silence of
Satisfied with one fell step
Plunge beneath the -
The freezing of the goddess of death

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