Luyện nghe bài hát Gone Is My Former Resolve

The dead who crave not life, I know not why they lie
floating. They lie devoid of thought, bereft of and drown in sorrow.

Sometimes they scream as life is of them. Life is no
dream and death holds no end. We all must die.

Hacking with the sword at the earth, at the mounds of soil,
I try to recover the but get naught for my toil. The corpses
lie around me in various states of decay and no matter how I
try I can't bring to their day. Even by touch of the sword they
refuse to awaken. And I know they life not. And I know
they like to rot forever. Even their were of no worth if in
eyes they hate the truth even if it sets them free. Now is not
the to revive. My mind revolts at this revelation. How can it
be that they lie calmly in their graves, life as it pulls at
heart strings; their cold eyes ever rejecting the truth?

I run with in mind but to leave that hateful place behind. I
enter darkened where De-syr has waited for me from the
day of my birth. I cross the bridge of grace a well worn
path to satiate my flesh within the one call De-syr.

Sorrow, my contemplating. Loving hours passed, I my life
anticipating sorrow. Thy cold felt like love back then
but now I that I was tasting sorrow.