Luyện nghe bài hát The Ivory Gate Of Dreams

I. (instrumental)
II. Cold
The coldness of
Hangs in the air as
bells ring reality
To announce the dawn
Removed from nights fleeting
Plunged into cold days
Where in a we wander
The barren wastes of our
III. Daylight
Daylight dreamers on
of desperation
Lonely lives learn to on
islands of
Surrounded by oceans
of hate and hopeless
dreamers envision
tranquil in save tomorrows
Dreaming the darkened day
Along tempest strands
grasping the grains
of that flit through our hands
As they fall we our hold
the waves claim the final few
taken without
They out of view
away with the tides of time
Slipped through our fingers as do
IV.
sleeping visions
Daily torn
In hours
Hopes are
Is all we do and all we
doomed to drown in a hopeless
Wishing life made of lasting visions
in eternal
And if rest were filled with sorrow
still sleep
In the madness of a eternity
find solace in
False visions that us
from
Enter ivory gates through midnite
Daylight in private parades
Perform before perpetual
As dusk engulfs the of horn.
Ivory appear beyond the gate
Invisible of escape
Traversed by ramparts made of hopes and
Impervious to
V. Ivory
Behind doors
within
Safe from summer
and winter
Relentless
Can walls
Towers when
calls
Untouchable by all
Lost in the silken web may weave
Tangled threads a stronghold
But illusions can
A cold plagues the air
by aging winds
The walls way to the rush
and let in
VI. on the wind
Misty morning on a windswept
Embers of a fortress all that
The seeds of that burned within
have flown whispers on the wind
From the world
I look darkening skys
Through the violet haze of summer
The sun leaves tired
VII.Acquiescence
Betrayed by
Deceived by
Plagiarized
Pale empty hopes
Ivory bow down
In reverence to
As dreamers
In sleepers somber
Ocean shift leaving
only
Final traces of
are swallowed in the
Despair sends a calm
A vague of relief
Released all our longings
Silently we'll
Hope to quiet desperation
reality obscures the dream
Makes the mind a grave of
That like the lonely breeze
whispers echo through ruins rust
of towers torn and dreams turned to
VIII. (instrumental)
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