Luyện nghe bài hát Embrace

What is to be of this
That makes empires tumble tears
The of millenia - fallen ages
Staunches the flow of dawning
-
While the crumble as their hours unfold
A sensual swooning - mocking
As the soils swallow the seeds of the

one of us to his own

Drowning in solitude
the void
The pallid hope at last

"Why I fret in microcosmic bonds
That the spirit and the mind repress
through the clouds gleam beckoning beyonds
Whose shining vistas mock littleness?"
Throw off those of sufferance
This penance of one ordeals
I the scepter of destiny
Choose the means of my own

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

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

Now no can I ignore
What before has gone again
The silence of
Satisfied with one fell step
beneath the waters -
The embrace of the goddess of death

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