Luyện nghe bài hát Memalon

Who is the old man, who
my heart with greatest
yet his remains unheard?
I at you and true tears shake
my Saturnworld.
Who is the old man,
burned itself
down to the of my soul.
You push me and raise me up,
the criteria for I long to know.
Who are you I worship? is the
name of the one I
me how to reach you, to you I'd
bow my in awe.
You to me but what is it I hear?
We never really touched...
- such is the design of my fear.
Cruel, cruel, cruel... a veil I penetrate,
in worlds we dwell,
attempting to what separates.
I force my against this strangest
and desperately I call for you
from the darkest depths of my soul.
The of the dimensions
which to glance it seems not allowed,
or maybe it's just our "level" is of no
as it is simply too low.
Is it true that the mirrors' strength
can conquer the mist and then be therefore
You around the illusion of a voice...
- my desire crowned by defeat.
If walks in I am growing weak in fear...
- "one day all fade".
Lying down, inside
I call my lover in his grave.
My eyes have a glimpse of you,
now I devour to embrace your peace.
The grows, we drift apart.
is the use of eyes if they cannot see?
me in my darkness,
please wait for me, find the way.
I promise, I resist the tides,
I'm finally united with you again...