Luyện nghe bài hát Dissolution Of The Forms

The one's
Doctrine was upon us
Humanity's gain...
But the was a phantasm
The crown but a withered wreath
Upon a tattered
Our gaze
Of a tenet
all thought
Of
Encircled by the cannon
by the strength of support
The confines of
Are in rough soil
Traces of the
on the wall...
Unrelenting
Sleek cold
Clings to our
As a child
(To the guardian)
The dead of
permeable helmet
Anchors us to the motionless of chaos
Reflections of
of veracity
Specters of
(Cavort the wall)
Must this
Be bourne unto our
As the
On Atlas'
If we were to
Our grip on the
we laugh
As we it
Crash the stars?
The will shower us
In the elements of
Encumber us with the
Of reality...
Yet us by serving as the lustrous key
To our manacles
Traces of the
Dance on the
In with flames
That false warmth