Luyện nghe bài hát Irreverent Elegy

My is made of emotions,
passions and horrors, 'cause you truly
live you can even fall deep pain
My bed is made of small leaves,
moving slowly a requiem
My temple is of dark gloomy trees,
coming loose along a oval path
My is a desperate and irreverent elegy,
in honour of those who have no reserve and fear
Hordes of maleficent and sins come back upon me.
I ever let my mind wander over the sad effect
this filthy disease causes to my limbs and to my
I believe the persistence of the thin line of is worth this effort
I believe its benefice can the intensity
of full and perpetual
is true, all is allowed
In every dramatic situation is
a subtended element of and humor
Every dogma contains something unhealthy and
Our identities every day with our memories
We are not always what we really are, we reinvent ourselves
We change our and consistence
And we lie innocence, trusting our memory.