Luyện nghe bài hát The Grave, My Soul

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

This is a fossilised forest, silent and calm, with no 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 forest was rent. slowly, in deliberation
and respect for the dead, I am revulsed by the scene out
before me. How these have fallen. Their majesty, their
power, and all that they were are as dust to the soil and
to the earth. I not why.

I plead with Destiny for an answer as she and she explains
it thus; "It pays to the accursed rains for of all that was,
little remains. These flowers you see are but a poor
reflection of what's left of humanity. spoke the laws of old
yet chose to 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 expected to live by the
of tradition. The human condition, it seems, is to reduce all to
tradition."

I wander amongst the fallen trunks as 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
can this be?

Embedded in chalcedony an aged oak is the semblance of
an ancient warrior sword. To suggest that had aught to do
the legend was a dream but to ignore the possibility I could
not afford. I grabbed a nearby rock and to smash away
the quartz as crystal shards, they flew and cut my flesh. The
golden sword hilt exposed, I 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 power to bequeath life as well as death" as I my falcon
take wing to wind and soar high the forest 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 noticed before.
are thousands of graves amongst the trees; a cemetery for
the living. Headstones with no names, overrun with grey flowers.