Luyện nghe bài hát I (Pathway)

All will
All will
All will
All will fade with

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

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

Rotten wings spread with a torpid
A roiling howl that only a bouquet of woe
Gathering in volume, a colossal builds
Unearthly presence shadow over a broken landscape

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

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

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

And still... wretched revenants whisper

All fall
All sink
All will
All will fade with