Luyện nghe bài hát Ten Winters Apart, Pt. 1: Far From Any Fate

Hear we too are made of stars
and far apart, shine the bright mirage
Judging by the true
so vague with time,
Frail with sleep, cruel with crimes

Seam my eyes, dim the pryin sight
Stand guard the blade and wings in
Beneath red wool we children
Safe from the fables and yonder deeds
In the nest of dreams
Fright between night and becoming eventide

Two heads I
voices with a will of third
One of dusk, one of sky
And each talon lambs impaled
My devouring words

Will you march the dream
Or you tread alone
Will you stare at the
play of shades,
Will faltering
Will you hold my
That left us
Dream upon we

dread concealed
Fools quiet
Are wisdom to
And with cohere
The leash be long
Slaves share
of imbrued freedom
Threat of impaired

Will you at the flames
Cruel play of
faltering fades
Will you hold my
That us scarred
Dream we drown