Luyện nghe bài hát The Grave, My Soul

In the distance, my flies, circling above a clearing in the
forest. Suddenly, I hear its cries as it falls to the to its
death. Leaving Destiny, I in the direction of its final cry. I
enter the clearing and in sudden horror as I view an
spectacle of ancient fallen trees.

This is a forest, silent and calm, with no sign of
save for the stain of my form. The spell of age has
woven its intent upon this hallowed ground as beneath the
grey clouds the forest was rent. Moving slowly, in
and respect for the dead, I am revulsed by the scene out
before me. How these giants have fallen. Their majesty,
power, and all that were are as dust to the soil and returned
to the earth. I not why.

I plead with Destiny for an answer as she arrives and she
it thus; "It pays tribute to the accursed rains for of all was,
remains. These grey flowers you see are but a poor
reflection of what's left of humanity. spoke the laws of old
yet to disoblige the Ancient, holding such decrees in
by their works. The bane of mankind is that all that he
is the day that he dies is a pawn that's expected to live by the
lies of tradition. The human condition, it seems, is to all to
tradition."

I wander the fallen trunks as though drawn, and find my
fallen friend, my forlorn. Lifeless, I hold his body hoping in
some way he's free. Whilst him, I notice something, now
what can be?

Embedded in chalcedony within an aged oak is the of
an ancient warrior sword. To suggest that had aught to do
with the legend was a dream but to ignore the I could
not afford. I grabbed a nearby and began to smash away
the quartz as shards, they flew and cut into my flesh. The
golden sword hilt exposed, I pulled all my might as it was
loosed at last from its grave. And I held the sword
aloft for all the land to see and I was filled with power my
dreams.

Destiny, with a smile, saying, "The Garensword holds
the to bequeath life as well as death" as I watch my falcon
take wing to wind and soar high above the once again.
Following the bird, the clearing behind us, we enter into
the forest and I am startled. The sword has affected my
sight, enabled me to see things I have never noticed before.
There are thousands of graves amongst the a cemetery for
the living. Headstones no names, overrun with wild grey flowers.