Luyện nghe bài hát Embrace

What is to be of this
That makes empires tumble like
The dust of millenia - fallen
Staunches the flow of dawning
-
While the days as their hours unfold
A sensual - prophetic mocking
As the swallow the seeds of the past

one of us to his own

Drowning in solitude
Swallowing the
The pallid hope at last

"Why should I fret in microcosmic
That chafe the spirit and the mind
When the clouds gleam beckoning beyonds
shining vistas mock man's littleness?"
Throw off those shackles of
penance of one thousand ordeals
I the scepter of destiny
Choose the means of my own

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

With swift feet I my way
Helmed by a cacophony of
to the legacy of youthfullness
And and joy since pined away
Yet now a falls upon my ears
Of dripping - whispering
The hole of emptiness I pour
Unveils the caress from far

Now no can I ignore
What goes has gone again
The of immorality
Satisfied this one fell step
Plunge beneath the -
The freezing embrace of the goddess of

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