Luyện nghe bài hát The Tomb Of Gilgamesh

I ask that you me
The years I did thee
And my burden bury
The of guilt 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 what I to make of myself - a God
heal me

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

Where myriad once repelled the onslaught of decay
Now given to the manifold of mortal dismay
And out of joy is sorrow the stained white 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 wise in their own
The world's great minds will one day
That for life studied, worked, and pined
But in wisdom made by man alone that a high IQ low regard
Will be dethroned and from barred

Wisdom from these halls

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