Luyện nghe bài hát I (Pathway)

All fall
All sink
All drown
All will fade time

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

Eternal I am, yet tread
On these soils
And through these banks of rearing
Enervate me ever
The ghostly breath of enshrouds
Reaper -
of essence
The inevitable whispers from an endpoint yet to be

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

unfurl in a tide of unspoken promises
Supplicating embrace of ten thousand forgotten
Yet I can hear them... and every one
Wordless these paeans to incarnation

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

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

And still... these wretched revenants

All will
All sink
All drown
All fade with time