Luyện nghe bài hát I (Pathway)

All will
All will
All drown
All fade with time

I scan the
Watching,
To gaze upon the spine of the cathedral spire
Piercing the clouds that swathe this horizon
A of the permanence within this fog laden expanse

Eternal I am, yet tread
On these desolate
And through banks of rearing sedge
Enervate me ever
The ghostly of winter enshrouds
- Harvester
Scourer of
The inevitable embrace whispers from an yet to be

Rotten wings spread a torpid snap
A roiling howl promises only a bouquet of woe
Gathering in volume, a colossal choir
Unearthly presence bleeds shadow over a landscape

Mists unfurl in a tide of unspoken
Supplicating embrace of ten forgotten threnodies
Yet I can hear them... each and one
Wordless paeans to harrowed incarnation

Raised to a deafening roar that shreds the senses
Eyes and ears forced shut, I in abnegation
And let my soul-sense

Slithering fingers of gelid ghostliness
Probe the blackened slopes of stoic island
tomb or temple? Only the dead can
Their unrelenting mantra unveils naught save prophecy

And still... these wretched revenants

All fall
All sink
All drown
All will fade time