Luyện nghe bài hát Into the Painted Grey

The jagged lines in these hands
Speak of a silent aeon the depths
Of an austere ebon
For centuries have risen

Upon the hands of a god
Once severed for the birth
A sacrifice to the storms of
Now darkness is thine

Temples of stream across the grey
The arc that my iconic pride
For I am not an ageless god, no, I am imprisoned by
These ancient shall once again be mine

Hands... that lift the oceans

To depths
Above the
For I die,
The will die with me
and all be lost, forever gone
am I?

How shall I suffer here?
Forlorn in the cold embrace
Forsaken in the sullen tide
How long shall I here?

on the cliffside gazing out into the brine
My archaic beard pours downward and joins the sea
I am the the quintessence of myth and legend
The of Pagan might and divinity

Hands... hands lift the oceans
To vertical depths beyond the
I gather a celestial blanket around these bones
And finally in clouds of ice

are my hands...
...so it is done.