Luyện nghe bài hát Dissolution Of The Forms

The venerable
Doctrine was crowned us
noontide gain...
But the king was a
The crown but a withered wreath
Upon a tattered
Our gaze
Of a diaphanous
Occluded all
Of
Encircled by the frail
Beset by the strength of
The of validity
Are entrenched in rough
Traces of the
on the wall...
iron
Sleek cold
to our wrists
As a vulnerable
(To the guardian)
The weight of
This permeable
Anchors us to the motionless of chaos
Reflections of
Distillations of
of substantiality
(Cavort the wall)
Must burden
Be bourne our backs
As the
On Atlas'
If we were to
Our on the globe
we laugh
As we it
Crash into the
The explosion shower us
In the elements of
Encumber us with the
Of reality...
Yet us by serving as the lustrous key
To our rusted
of the forms
Dance on the
In time with
That false warmth