Luyện nghe bài hát Embrace

What is to be of this
makes empires tumble like tears
The dust of millenia - fallen
the flow of dawning horizons
-
While the days as their hours unfold
A sensual - prophetic mocking
As the swallow the seeds of the past

one of us to his own

Drowning in hallowed
Swallowing the
The pallid hope at last

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

Give me both and a hammer
Harness those of death
Prostrate on cruciform
At last...

With swift feet I my way
Helmed by a of despair
Deaf to the of youthfullness
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 from far

Now no longer can I
What goes before has gone
The silence of
Satisfied with this one fell
beneath the waters -
The freezing of the goddess of death

Quote taken from H.P. "Phaeton"