Luyện nghe bài hát The Grave, My Soul

In the distance, my falcon flies, above a clearing in the
forest. Suddenly, I hear its cries as it to the ground to its
death. Leaving Destiny, I rush in the of its final cry. I
enter the and stop in sudden horror as I view an
unnatural of ancient fallen trees.

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

I with Destiny for an answer as she arrives and she explains
it thus; "It pays to the accursed rains for of all that 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 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 amongst the fallen trunks as though drawn, and my
fallen friend, my falcon forlorn. Lifeless, I hold his body in
some way he's free. Whilst clutching him, I something, now
what can be?

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

Destiny, with a smile, approaches saying, "The holds
the to bequeath life as well as death" as I watch my falcon
take wing to wind and soar high above the forest again.
Following the bird, leaving the behind us, we enter into
the forest and instantly I am startled. The 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 with no names, overrun with wild flowers.