Luyện nghe bài hát Homodeus

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

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

The step is difficult. Feltering and uncertain.
with the new experience.
The gate is big but a light push is enough and the demons
of become my shield and armor.
The guardian put to shame falls into the hood of night.
Black mirrors hundredfold every silent breath of my thoughts.
Feltering hope my command.

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

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

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

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

In a out and weak 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 children because there's nothing left after me.
Beggars stretch out their dead hands, women are and waiting.
I enter the beggars, i give to the hot wombs.
I lay down a new Law. Law-Me. the gate is big. I can push it.
So kneel you gods, you animals! And kneel you, the farger of the world's history! It's your turn!

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