Luyện nghe bài hát Irreverent Elegy

My life is of emotions,
passions and horrors, when you truly
live you can even into deep pain
My bed is made of small leaves,
moving slowly a requiem
My temple is of dark gloomy trees,
coming along a black oval path
My chant is a desperate and elegy,
in honour of those who have no reserve and fear
Hordes of maleficent and false sins come back me.
Shall I ever let my mind over the sad effect
this filthy disease causes to my limbs and to my
I believe the persistence of the thin line of hope is worth effort
I believe its can reach the intensity
of full and perpetual
is true, all is allowed
In every dramatic there is
a subtended element of absurdity and
Every contains something unhealthy and corrosive
Our identities change every day with our
We are not always what we really are, 'cause we reinvent
We change our and consistence
And we lie with innocence, our memory.