Luyện nghe bài hát Dissolution Of The Forms

The venerable
Doctrine was crowned us
noontide gain...
But the king was a
The but a porous withered wreath
a tattered grimace
Our myopic
Of a diaphanous
all thought
Of
Encircled by the frail
Beset by the of support
The of validity
Are entrenched in soil
of the forms
on the wall...
Unrelenting
Sleek steel
Clings to our
As a vulnerable
(To the guardian)
The weight of
permeable helmet
Anchors us to the motionless of chaos
of fidelity
Distillations of
of substantiality
(Cavort the wall)
Must this
Be bourne unto our
As the
On Atlas'
If we were to
Our on the globe
we laugh
As we it
into the stars?
The will shower us
In the of experience
Encumber us the weight
Of reality...
Yet free us by as the lustrous key
To our manacles
Traces of the
on the wall
In time flames
That provide false