Luyện nghe bài hát Homodeus

I crucified a flower, a red rose.
It withers all the year round and blooms only a year.
On day will be my birth for all worlds that I don't know.
have been waiting for me bombarding with the light of stars.
Lashing down frost and embracing with tongues of rain.
I die when the rose blooms.

The gate is big. It to heaven. And hell.

The first is difficult. Feltering and uncertain.
Drunk the new experience.
The gate is big but only a push is enough and the demons
of dreams become my and armor.
The guardian angel put to shame falls into the of night.
mirrors reflect hundredfold every silent breath of my thoughts.
Feltering becomes my command.

Is the for me? Yes, it is! I deserve the throne, the
sceptre and the out of blood.
Is the for me? Yes, it is! I deserve the cloak woven out
of blood, of blood I've made the sacrifice.

I am the and the power. Prefather. Cosmose.
The gate is big but I move it with a of my will.
kiss of my imagination's lips.

Does the wake up the power? Can the spirit be invoked only
by secular rites? Is there one path?
The is my name.
Name written in all books and of all flowers.
Extracted from the inside of body. Moist and hot.
My name - Man! Kneel you idiots, prophets! you gods!

With a hand stretched out I the fruits of knowledge.
Bitter. Hot. Sweet. of the nightmares.
I have crucified the rose. The gate is big, is only one path.
you gods! I am the Man!

In a stretched out and palm I hold gifts for you.
I hold storms, lightnings, rain and sun. and eternal.
I shall reign again. I have reigned.
I am The Man. I Am. This is how my sounds.
I fruit and sceptre, sin and throne. Kneel!

And the kingdoms and helpless elements cry.
Mothers swallow their children there's nothing left after me.
Beggars stretch out dead hands, women are open and waiting.
I enter the beggars, i alms to the hot wombs.
I lay down a new Law. Law-Me. the gate is big. Only I can it.
So kneel you gods, kneel you animals! And kneel you, the farger of the world's history! your turn!

In return I shall wash your feet. And I shall my side
and flow only with purple, only with blood...
In I shall forgive you your sins.
In return I adorn my emples with thorns.
In return I shall die deaths.
you liar!
I am The Man!
I am Everything!