Luyện nghe bài hát The Illusionist

The gloves have been
see it to the end
May the better man
With that we can bring
Some closure to nightmare
Never speak of this

say kill your idols
Yet idols are the of inspiration
With one
When the prove to be
but what they are

Slipping the cracks
Creating peace of
Quaintly slithers down your
Undetected, behind
Siphoning the structure
upon false pretenses

Crumbled
Welcomes
It's becoming
put a stop to this
The past
you have become

A boundless black
Consuming swelling
A apparition
Refusing to make
What's been destroyed by hand

all has been forsaken
I be the one
To you to this promise
This war has to you

There no longer be carnage
In the of brothers
This game of smoke and
Has revoked