Luyện nghe bài hát Embrace

What is to be of pestilience
That makes tumble like tears
The dust of millenia - ages
the flow of dawning horizons
-
While the days as their hours unfold
A sensual - prophetic mocking
As the soils swallow the seeds of the

one of us to his own

Drowning in hallowed
Swallowing the
The pallid hope revealed at

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

Give me both nails and a
Harness ecstasies of death
Prostrate on cruciform
At last...

With swift feet I my way
by a cacophony of despair
Deaf to the of youthfullness
And beauty and joy since pined
Yet now a rush upon my ears
Of dripping - whispering
The of emptiness I pour through
Unveils the from 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 of death

Quote taken from H.P. "Phaeton"