Luyện nghe bài hát I (Pathway)

All fall
All sink
All drown
All will fade with

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

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

Rotten wings spread a torpid snap
A roiling howl that promises a bouquet of woe
Gathering in volume, a colossal builds
Unearthly presence bleeds shadow over a broken

Mists in a tide of unspoken promises
embrace of ten thousand forgotten threnodies
Yet I can them... each and every one
Wordless these paeans to incarnation

Silence Raised to a deafening roar that the senses
Eyes and ears forced shut, I in abnegation
And let my wander

Slithering bent fingers of ghostliness
Probe the blackened of that stoic island
tomb or temple? Only the can know
unrelenting mantra unveils naught save timeless prophecy

And still... these revenants whisper

All will
All sink
All drown
All will with time