Luyện nghe bài hát Embrace

What is to be of this
That makes empires tumble like
The of millenia - fallen ages
Staunches the of dawning horizons
-
While the days crumble as hours unfold
A sensual swooning - mocking
As the swallow the seeds of the past

one of us to his own

Drowning in solitude
the void
The pallid revealed at last

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

Give me both and a hammer
Harness ecstasies of death
Prostrate myself on
At last...

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

Now no longer can I
goes before has gone again
The silence of
Satisfied with one fell step
beneath the waters -
The freezing embrace of the goddess of

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