Luyện nghe bài hát The Tomb Of Gilgamesh

I ask you return me
The years I did thee
And with my burden
The weight of guilt I
And lead me to the well of
Before my departs

Now I so see how I have murdered me
And I cannot fake what I tried to of myself - a God
heal me

The halls of countless eriudite teeming with the self
Cloaked in habiliments
No to strive for holiness
When beauty she leaves behind the scars of dreams abandoned long ago

Where myriad once repelled the onslaught of decay
Now given to the manifold miseries of mortal
And out of joy is sorrow born the stained halls are now forlorn

Wisdom calls from halls

Now I so clearly see how I murdered me and I cannot fake - please heal
me

So very in their own eyes
The world's great minds will one day
That for life they studied, worked, and
But in wisdom made by man alone that a IQ with low regard
Will be and from heaven barred

Wisdom calls from these

I ask you return me
The I did ignore thee
And with my burden
The of guilt I carry
And lead me to the well of
my soul departs