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 I carry
And lead me to the of life
Before my soul

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

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

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

Wisdom calls these halls

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

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

Wisdom from these halls

I ask you return me
The years I did ignore
And with my bury
The weight of I carry
And me to the well of life
Before my soul