Luyện nghe bài hát Estrangement

In the night of my final sacrifice I sent my
Into the vast and fathomless unknown to find a
A word, indicates the beyond.
It came back later and
"I am myself and hell!"

Sculptured in time as another of life
Sharp are the thorns of the roses, lay dank upon me
For too long I that I had to arrive
Yet isn't as linear as humanity

Touch the feeling - the soul
Touch the dew and see the glamour
In my eyes reflecting
The icon of a setting in a serene

So many give away to mystery and loneliness
Their subtile perfume and indifference
So jewelry's forgotten in the soil, in darkness
Deepened in eternal sleep, where breeds weakness

But who dares to tread the silent
That lie beyond the mirror of self?
Who dares to the fanthoms of one's heart
To behold the murderer of life and

And is death?
What gives
What sells or has no worth,
when you feel is cold?

Why am I? Who's hand?
decisions I can't comprehend...
But isn't history

There's a tide..in the of men
Which, taken of flood, leads on to fortune
But all the voyage of life
Is in shallows and miseries...

Oh, didn't light prove the
distress prove life,
With it's seasons all

But if you to see the light...
As it truly is, clear and
You must move - back into the

"There's as much between me and myself
As between me and the of time
But, however, continues it's sculptures
Like poetry rime..."

We exist and do know that we exist
and Rejoice in this and this knowledge...