Luyện nghe bài hát The Ivory Gate Of Dreams

I. (instrumental)
II. Daze
The coldness of
in the morning air as
Brazen ring reality
To the conquerer dawn
Removed from fleeting trance
Plunged into cold days
in a circle we wander
The barren wastes of our
III. Daylight
Daylight dreamers on
Deserts of
Lonely learn to live on
islands of
Surrounded by violent
of hate and hopeless
Daylight dreamers
tranquil in save tomorrows
Dreaming the darkened day
Along tempest torn
grasping the grains
of that flit through our hands
As they fall we our hold
While the claim the final few
taken ceremony
drift out of view
Washed away with the of time
Slipped through our as dreams do
IV.
From visions
Daily were
In waking
are forlorn
Is all we do and all we
doomed to drown in a stream?
life were made of lasting visions
in sleep
And if rest were filled with sorrow
still sleep
In the madness of a eternity
We'd find in
False that protect us
reality
Enter ivory gates through midnite
Daylight dreamers in parades
Perform before dawn
As engulfs the gate of horn.
Ivory towers appear the gate
Invisible fortressess of
Traversed by made of hopes and fears
Impervious to
V. Tower
Behind sullen
within
Safe from storms
and winds
tempests
Can walls
Towers falter
reality
by all without
Lost in the web youth may weave
Tangled seem a stronghold
But can deceive
A daze plagues the air
Driven by aging
The give way to the rush
and let in
VI. on the wind
Misty morning on a plain
Embers of a all that remain
The seeds of life that burned
have flown whispers on the wind
From the world
I look darkening skys
Through the haze of summer storms
The sun leaves tired
VII.Acquiescence
by innocence
Deceived by
Plagiarized
into empty hopes
Ivory bow down
In reverence to
As awaken
In somber shade
Ocean waves shift
only
Final of hope
are in the deep
Despair sends a calm
A sense of relief
Released all our longings
we'll sleep
Hope to quiet desperation
When reality obscures the
Makes the mind a of memories
That like the lonely breeze
Whose echo through ruins rust
of towers and dreams turned to dust
VIII. (instrumental)
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