Luyện nghe bài hát In The Garden Of Dispersion

on ye
where ye sun behind hides
is nothing
except our
and of events
and some crux ov our

on ye
where wings fell
rose ye to song
and we in its deep
and in plaitiv waterfall

evanescent ov atavisms
secret ov in ye death posture
and then...
the ye seal in the ov dispersion
closes ye
closes ye
closes ye

in fields ov
under ye tree's rotting root
feast
typhon's
and night moonless
but yet ye appear'd -
picture ov sigillic
grafting in our holy and mind