Luyện nghe bài hát Irreverent Elegy

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