Luyện nghe bài hát Embrace

What is to be of pestilience
That makes empires tumble like
The dust of millenia - ages
Staunches the of dawning horizons
-
While the days as their hours unfold
A sensual - prophetic mocking
As the soils the seeds of the past

one of us to his own

Drowning in solitude
Swallowing the
The pallid hope at last

"Why I fret in microcosmic bonds
That chafe the and the mind repress
through the clouds gleam beckoning beyonds
Whose vistas mock man's littleness?"
Throw off those shackles of
penance of one thousand ordeals
I wield the of destiny
Choose the of my own death

Give me nails and a hammer
those ecstasies of death
Prostrate on cruciform
At last...

With swift I made my way
Helmed by a of despair
Deaf to the legacy of
And beauty and joy pined away
Yet now a rush falls my ears
Of - whispering words
The hole of emptiness I pour
Unveils the from far beyond

Now no can I ignore
What before has gone again
The of immorality
Satisfied with this one fell
Plunge the waters -
The freezing of the goddess of death

Quote taken H.P. Lovecraft's "Phaeton"