Luyện nghe bài hát Embrace

What is to be of pestilience
That makes tumble like tears
The of millenia - fallen ages
Staunches the flow of horizons
-
While the days crumble as their hours
A sensual swooning - mocking
As the soils swallow the of the past

one of us to his own

Drowning in solitude
Swallowing the
The hope revealed at last

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

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

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

Now no longer can I
What goes has gone again
The silence of
Satisfied with this one fell
Plunge the waters -
The freezing embrace of the of death

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