Luyện nghe bài hát Mythistory

I'm at the
of my life -
to lose.
Each path to oblivion,
one I choose.
Rising the ashes of my plight
I traverse of light,
that permeate my ethereal -
on omnipotent I'm born.
Unto a place where I can
a balm to my troubled mind,
that I may things
yet unseen,
a world not -
but evergreen...
And can you me -
is it a crime,
to crave for one piece
of heaven I can call mine?
For years I have
through mediocrity,
watched my hopes
in a of negation.
Yet why pay the for a
lost when here is
an of natures creation?
of servitude-
and fair,
Who herald good
and out despair.
Take pity me and
back my soul,
so that I who am
may more be 'whole'.
VOICES:
"Mortal be -
take as we speak,
not lightly we return
which you seek.
True wisdom hand in
hand adversity,
exists on the
of uncertainty."
The moment I saw her face
my lust I not hide.
She knew me as no -
viewed me a lovers eyes.
A vision of sensual
my senses -
and new feeling
I can't define,
desire for succubus sublime.
Sister, mother, virgin, -
she is all these and yet still
I could hope to understand,
she my heart -
I her hand ...
And can you me -
is it a crime,
to crave for one small
of heaven that I can mine?
All my life I yearned -
how my has burned,
to the fruits
that my forbade.
Yet here was a beauty so
she could truly any
that the Lord God has made.
Sisters of
and fair,
Who herald fortune
and out despair.
Take pity me and
back my soul,
so that I who am
may once be 'whole'.
THE FAIREST OF THEM
"Brand no further -
for that was lost can
be found in me if
becomes troth.
I will you with
untold,
for I am your -
I am soul.
Come walk with me
the of eternity,
for you must ere you go -
I go thee.
Corn is the that
will in the Summertime,
are the emeralds
you in the Spring.
At Autumn turn and
as they burn,
then like the diamonds
that Winter brings.
the beginning when hour -
frost and collided -
the birth of the
to proclaim,
your have been guided -
by fate,
unaltered by that
you try to make.
The nkeeps on turning -
men live and die,
many have questions
so few try,
searchfor the
that you have here -
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 flotsam on the
of time.
I've no to return
from whence I I came
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 Heaven I can call mine?
For years I have
bland mediocrity,
watched my sink
in a of negation.
Yet why pay the for a
paradise lost when is
an Eden of natures
- * -
All is left of those
are my memories,
days long past into
of antiquity.
Tales round the
old men who reminisce,
speak of youth and
the age of 'Mythistory'.
Many a cold night
she has to me -
easing my and
my fears,
in the of this old man
a voice still comforts me,
made young once by
the words I hear.
"Come with me through
the of eternity,
for you must ere you go
I go thee ...
I go thee."