Luyện nghe bài hát Pictures At An Exhibition

Lead me from dreams
themes of nights alone,
Wipe endless years,
childhood as dry as stone.

From of confusion,
dark blossoms have grown.
Even now in furrows of
the doubt is sown.

My life's is guided
decided by limits
on of my past days
and pathways I was born.

The

I carry the of a journey
that cannot be away
It deep within me
For I breathe it day.

You and I are yesterday's
The of the past came to flesh,
by Time's rivers
To the we now possess.

Come share of my and my substance,
and our stream and our times.
In bright, moments,
Our reasons are in our rhymes.

The of Baba Yaga

Double faces dark
Talk too but talk no sense
Yeah I see those eyes
Butter us up smiling lies

to creatures raise the dead
Fate you sure got fed
Trained apart from of stone
Whores and pick the bone

The Great of Kiev

Come forth, from love's
in life's fire,
born in fire.
forth, from love's fire

In the burning, of our yearning,
for to be.
And in pain must be gain,
new life!

Stirring in, streams
and hidden seams
the fossil sun gleams.

They were, sent to the
the tides of fate,
ride the of fate.
They were, sent to the

In the all are yearning,
For to be.

no end to my life,
no beginning to my
is life.