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 horizons
-
While the days as their hours unfold
A sensual swooning - mocking
As the soils swallow the of the past

one of us to his own

Drowning in hallowed
the void
The pallid hope revealed at

"Why should I fret in microcosmic
That the spirit and the mind repress
When through the gleam beckoning beyonds
Whose vistas mock man's littleness?"
Throw off shackles of sufferance
penance of one thousand ordeals
I the scepter of destiny
the means of my own death

Give me nails and a hammer
Harness those ecstasies of
Prostrate on cruciform
At last...

With swift I made my way
Helmed by a of despair
Deaf to the of youthfullness
And beauty and joy since pined
Yet now a rush upon my ears
Of - whispering words
The of emptiness I pour through
the caress from far beyond

Now no longer can I
goes before has gone again
The of immorality
Satisfied this one fell step
Plunge the waters -
The freezing of the goddess of death

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