Luyện nghe bài hát Obsolete Tears

(Music: Brolycke, Norman,
Karlen)
Mighty forests
of tales that have fallen oblivion.
of ancient mountains
is the past.
On the shores of
I in the bleeding froth,
where traces of my
still are visible after wandering
the unknown.
Obsolete and forgotten wisdom.
I know the past intelligence
of supreme black
Behold what eternity shows our eyes,
violet upon the nightsky.
I cry the tears.
Mighty speak
of tales have fallen into oblivion.
of ancient mountains
is the past.
On the of infinity
I in the bleeding froth,
traces of my forefathers
still are visible their wandering
the unknown.
In to the desolate dead spheres
echoes of wisdom, nothing but
buried in monuments of gold.
Secrets of the oh so old.
the midst of the elder ones lair,
spiritual wisdom in the air.
The is open,
leave the life behind.
The is known,
thoughts.
Obsolete tears and wisdom.
I the past ancient intelligence
of supreme black
Behold what eternity shows our eyes,
violet upon the nightsky.
I cry the tears.