Luyện nghe bài hát I (Pathway)

All will
All will
All will
All will fade time

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

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

Rotten spread with a torpid snap
A roiling howl that promises only a of woe
Gathering in volume, a choir builds
Unearthly presence shadow over a broken landscape

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

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

bent fingers of gelid ghostliness
Probe the slopes of that stoic island
or temple? Only the dead can know
Their mantra unveils naught save timeless prophecy

And still... these wretched revenants

All fall
All will
All drown
All fade with time