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 to the ground to its
death. Leaving Destiny, I rush in the direction of its cry. I
enter the clearing and stop in sudden as I view an
unnatural of ancient fallen trees.

is a fossilised forest, silent and calm, with no sign of
movement save for the stain of my form. The of age has
woven its evil intent upon this ground as beneath the
clouds 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. majesty, their
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 rains for of all that was,
little remains. grey flowers you see are but a poor
reflection of what's of humanity. They spoke the laws of old
yet chose to the Ancient, holding such decrees in
contempt by their works. The 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 the fallen trunks as though drawn, and find my
friend, my falcon 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 an aged oak is the semblance of
an ancient warrior sword. To suggest that 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 quartz as shards, they flew and cut into my flesh. The
golden hilt 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 to see and I was filled with power beyond my
dreams.

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