Luyện nghe bài hát Irreverent Elegy

My life is of emotions,
passions and horrors, when you truly
live you can even fall deep pain
My bed is made of fresh leaves,
moving slowly a requiem
My temple is of dark gloomy trees,
coming along a black oval path
My chant is a desperate and elegy,
in honour of those who have no reserve and fear
Hordes of and false sins come back upon me.
Shall I ever let my wander over the sad effect
this filthy disease to my limbs and to my heart?
I believe the persistence of the line of hope is worth this effort
I believe its can reach the intensity
of and perpetual delight
Nothing is true, all is
In every situation there is
a subtended of absurdity and humor
Every dogma contains unhealthy and corrosive
Our identities change day with our memories
We are not always what we really are, 'cause we reinvent
We our skin and consistence
And we lie with innocence, our memory.