Luyện nghe bài hát I (Pathway)

All will
All sink
All will
All will fade with

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

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

Rotten wings spread with a torpid
A roiling howl that promises a bouquet of woe
Gathering in volume, a colossal choir
Unearthly presence bleeds over a broken landscape

Mists unfurl in a tide of unspoken
Supplicating of ten thousand forgotten threnodies
Yet I can hear them... and every one
these paeans to harrowed incarnation

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

Slithering bent of gelid ghostliness
Probe the blackened slopes of stoic island
tomb or temple? the dead can know
Their unrelenting unveils naught save timeless prophecy

And still... these wretched whisper

All fall
All sink
All drown
All fade with time