Luyện nghe bài hát Quietus

From sleeping visions, were torn
In waking hours, hopes are
Is all we do and all we
Doomed to in a hopeless stream?

Wishing were made of lasting visions
In eternal
And if that rest were with sorrow
we'd sleep

In the madness of a eternity
find solace in
False visions that us
reality

Enter ivory gates midnight skies
dreamers in private parades
Perform perpetual dawn
As engulfs the gate of horn

Ivory towers beyond the gate
Invisible of escape
Traversed by ramparts, made of hopes and
to reality