Luyện nghe bài hát Dissolution Of The Forms

The venerable
Doctrine was upon us
noontide gain...
But the king was a
The crown but a porous wreath
Upon a tattered
Our myopic
Of a diaphanous
all thought
Of
by the frail cannon
Beset by the of support
The confines of
Are entrenched in soil
Traces of the
on the wall...
Unrelenting
Sleek cold
Clings to our
As a child
(To the guardian)
The dead of
This permeable
Anchors us to the rocks of chaos
Reflections of
Distillations of
of substantiality
(Cavort the wall)
Must burden
Be unto our backs
As the
On shoulders?
If we to lose
Our grip on the
we laugh
As we it
Crash the stars?
The explosion will us
In the of experience
Encumber us with the
Of reality...
Yet free us by as the lustrous key
To our rusted
of the forms
Dance on the
In with flames
That provide false