Luyện nghe bài hát Irreverent Elegy

My is made of emotions,
and horrors, 'cause when you truly
live you can even fall into pain
My bed is made of fresh leaves,
slowly like a requiem
My temple is made of dark trees,
coming loose along a black path
My chant is a and irreverent elegy,
composed in honour of those who have no reserve and
Hordes of maleficent and sins come back upon me.
Shall I ever let my wander over the sad effect
filthy disease causes to my limbs and to my heart?
I believe the persistence of the line of hope is worth this effort
I believe its benefice can the intensity
of and perpetual delight
Nothing is true, all is
In every dramatic there is
a subtended element of and humor
dogma contains something unhealthy and corrosive
Our identities change every day our memories
We are not always what we are, 'cause we reinvent ourselves
We our skin and consistence
And we lie innocence, trusting our memory.