Luyện nghe bài hát Mythistory

I'm at the
of my life -
to lose.
Each path to oblivion,
one I choose.
Rising from the ashes of my
I filaments of light,
that my ethereal form -
on omnipotent I'm born.
Unto a place I can find
a to ease my troubled mind,
that I may glimpse
yet unseen,
a world not -
but evergreen...
And can you me -
is it a crime,
to crave for one small
of heaven that I can call
For I have waded
through mediocrity,
my hopes sink
in a of negation.
Yet why pay the for a
lost when here is
an Eden of natures
Sisters of
and fair,
Who herald fortune
and out despair.
pity upon me and
give my soul,
so that I who am
may more be 'whole'.
SPIRIT
"Mortal be -
heed as we speak,
not lightly we return
that you seek.
True wisdom walks in
hand adversity,
exists on the
of uncertainty."
The moment that I saw her
my lust I not hide.
She me as no other -
viewed me a lovers eyes.
A vision of sensual
my senses -
and ignites new
I can't define,
desire for succubus sublime.
Sister, mother, virgin, -
she is all these and yet more
that I hope to understand,
she takes my -
I take her ...
And can you me -
is it a crime,
to crave for one piece
of heaven that I can call
All my life I yearned -
how my has burned,
to the fruits
my tonsure forbade.
Yet was a beauty so pure
she could truly any
star that the God has made.
of servitude-
and fair,
Who good fortune
and out despair.
pity upon me and
give my soul,
so that I who am
may more be 'whole'.
THE FAIREST OF ALL:
"Brand no further -
for which was lost can
be found in me if
distrust troth.
I bestow you with
untold,
for I am 'harvest-home' -
I am soul.
Come walk with me
the of eternity,
for you know ere you go -
I go thee.
Corn is the gold
shine in the Summertime,
leaves are the
you in the Spring.
At they turn and
as they burn,
then fall the diamonds
that Winter brings.
the beginning when hour -
frost and flame -
the of the world
to proclaim,
your lives have guided -
by fate,
unaltered by that
you try to make.
The nkeeps on turning -
men still and die,
many have questions
so few try,
the answers
that you have found -
unaware of the in
the web is wyrd."
in the waves which carry me
'cross of tranquility,
lulled by the of my mind -
washed up like on the
of time.
I've no to return
from whence I came I
now I learned,
us all resides
a of days not grey -
but evergreen...
And can you me -
is it a crime,
to for one small piece
of that I can call mine?
For years I have
bland mediocrity,
watched my hopes
in a of negation.
Yet why pay the for a
paradise when here is
an of natures creation?
- * -
All that is left of
are my memories,
days since past into
of antiquity.
Tales the fireside
old men who reminisce,
speak of youth and
the age of 'Mythistory'.
Many a cold Winters
she has to me -
my sorrows and
my fears,
in the of this old man
a soft still comforts me,
made young once by
the words I hear.
"Come walk with me
the of eternity,
for you must ere you go
I go with ...
I go thee."