Luyện nghe bài hát The Grave, My Soul

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

This is a forest, silent and calm, with no sign of
movement for the stain of my form. The spell of age has
woven its evil intent upon hallowed ground as beneath the
grey clouds the was rent. Moving slowly, in deliberation
and for the dead, I am revulsed by the scene played 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 with Destiny for an answer as she arrives and she explains
it thus; "It pays tribute to the accursed rains for of all was,
little remains. grey flowers you see are but a poor
reflection of left of humanity. They spoke the laws of old
yet to disoblige the Ancient, holding such decrees in
contempt by works. The bane of mankind is that all that he
is until the day that he dies is a pawn that's expected to by the
of tradition. The human condition, it seems, is to reduce all to
tradition."

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

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

Destiny, with a smile, saying, "The Garensword holds
the power to life as well as death" as I watch my falcon
take wing to and soar high above the forest once again.
Following the bird, leaving the 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 amongst the trees; a cemetery for
the living. Headstones with no names, overrun wild grey flowers.