Luyện nghe bài hát Dissolution Of The Forms

The one's
Doctrine was crowned us
noontide gain...
But the was a phantasm
The crown but a withered wreath
a tattered grimace
Our gaze
Of a tenet
Occluded all
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 cold
Clings to our
As a vulnerable
(To the guardian)
The weight of
This helmet
Anchors us to the motionless rocks of
Reflections of
Distillations of
Specters of
(Cavort the wall)
Must this
Be unto our backs
As the
On Atlas'
If we to lose
Our grip on the
we laugh
As we it
Crash into the
The explosion will us
In the elements of
us with the weight
Of reality...
Yet free us by as the lustrous key
To our manacles
of the forms
Dance on the
In time with
That false warmth