Luyện nghe bài hát The Ivory Gate Of Dreams

I. (instrumental)
II. Daze
The of confusion
in the morning air as
Brazen bells ring
To announce the dawn
from nights fleeting trance
Plunged headlong into cold
Where in a circle we
The barren of our pasts
III. Daylight
dreamers awaken on
Deserts of
Lonely learn to live on
of isolation
Surrounded by violent
of hate and hopeless
dreamers envision
tranquil seas in tomorrows
through the darkened day
Along tempest strands
Desperately grasping the
of hope that through our hands
As they fall we our hold
While the waves claim the few
without ceremony
They out of view
Washed away the tides of time
Slipped through our fingers as do
IV.
From sleeping
were torn
In hours
are forlorn
Is all we do and all we
doomed to drown in a hopeless
Wishing life were of lasting visions
in eternal
And if that were filled with sorrow
we'd sleep
In the of a silent eternity
find solace in
False that protect us
from
Enter ivory gates midnite skies
dreamers in private parades
Perform before perpetual
As dusk engulfs the of horn.
Ivory towers appear beyond the
Invisible fortressess of
Traversed by ramparts made of hopes and
to reality
V. Tower
sullen doors
Untouched
Safe summer storms
and winds
tempests
Can weaken
Towers falter
reality
by all without
Lost in the silken web youth may
Tangled threads a stronghold
But illusions can
A daze plagues the air
Driven by aging
The give way to the rush
and let in
VI. Whispers on the
morning on a windswept plain
Embers of a fortress all remain
The seeds of that burned within
flown like whispers on the wind
From the sleepers
I look darkening skys
the violet haze of summer storms
The sun leaves tired
VII.Acquiescence
Betrayed by
by delusions
Plagiarized
Pale empty hopes
Ivory towers bow
In to daylight
As awaken
In somber shade
Ocean shift leaving
memories
Final of hope
are swallowed in the
Despair sends a calm
A vague of relief
from all our longings
Silently sleep
Hope leads to quiet
When reality the dream
Makes the mind a of memories
That like the lonely breeze
Whose whispers echo through ruins
of towers torn and turned to dust
VIII. (instrumental)
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