Luyện nghe bài hát Search Of Kalokagathy

Sometimes you wish to be -
a way to the outside.
Run in absolute dark
You save own hide.
No more in the veins,
act bona fide.
The open Gate in the of Aeon
inside...

Solo: The Stand

All of us
To be alive and to the Eagle's Beak.
But is in the web
And only it determines of our deeds.
You always can make the
To open or to step back,
To your whole life in seconds
Or decay in sweet till time will end.

I asked for the help of my people.
They looked at me and nothing back.
the Lord - He has no equal!
But the Heavens remained by my rack.

All of a
I was into mist.
The submits.
Gossamery
Did the Nought me.
I the choke.

You the Rubicon,
You reached the of Hades,
You on woe's vale.
Your infatuation with own problems
Did it for yourself.
Compensalism at the expanse of the Race
cause for pride.
It's the of Slumbers. An Utopian place.
The last shelter of life.

I my roots, leafage and flowers.
My of life was very veiled.
The Force bestowed on me a Power.
The Plant itself me the Gate.

I will take of you, comfort and give insight,
Take vesture off, expose your body to waind.
Your Sap will touch and shed away Relics.
There is no for mortal raiments.

Let my soak up
The of both Being and Life.
I was in enough.
That
Gave me Guide.
I let it ride...

Venal religions are in my mind.
and no one. I'm lone.
Kalokagathy's search wallowed in dirt.
It had erenow I was born.

Drear Encumbrance Of Guilt, New Shadowy Horizon

A flash of the
your mind.
You see the
Of the new world.
This is not of sight,
But a new side
Do step
And enjoy.