Luyện nghe bài hát Estrangement

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

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

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

So many flowers away to mystery and loneliness
Their subtile and their indifference
So much jewelry's in the soil, in darkness
Deepened in eternal sleep, where nothing breeds

But who dares to the silent meadows
That lie beyond the of one's self?
Who dares to reach the of one's heart
To the murderer of life and art?

And is death?
What birth?
What sells or has no worth,
when everything you feel is

Why am I? Who's this
Whose decisions I comprehend...
But isn't foretold?

a tide..in the affairs of men
Which, taken of it's flood, leads on to
But all the voyage of their
Is bound in and miseries...

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

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

"There's as much between me and myself
As between me and the of time
But, however, life continues sculptures
poetry without rime..."

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