Luyện nghe bài hát Estrangement

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

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

Touch the feeling - touch the
Touch the morning dew and see the
In my stark reflecting
The icon of a setting in a serene

So many flowers give away to mystery and
subtile perfume and their indifference
So much forgotten in the soil, in darkness
Deepened in eternal sleep, where breeds weakness

But who dares to the silent meadows
That lie the mirror of one's self?
Who dares to reach the fanthoms of one's
To behold the murderer of and art?

And what is
What birth?
What good or has no worth,
when everything you feel is

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

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

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

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

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

We both exist and do know we exist
and Rejoice in this existence and knowledge...