Luyện nghe bài hát The Ivory Gate Of Dreams

I. (instrumental)
II. Daze
The coldness of
in the morning air as
Brazen bells reality
To announce the conquerer
Removed nights fleeting trance
Plunged into cold days
Where in a circle we
The barren wastes of our
III. Daylight
dreamers awaken on
Deserts of
Lonely lives learn to on
of isolation
Surrounded by oceans
of hate and sorrows
dreamers envision
tranquil in save tomorrows
Dreaming the darkened day
Along tempest strands
Desperately grasping the
of hope that flit through our
As they we tighten our hold
While the claim the final few
taken ceremony
drift out of view
Washed away the tides of time
through our fingers as dreams do
IV.
From visions
were torn
In hours
are forlorn
Is all we do and all we
doomed to drown in a hopeless
Wishing life made of lasting visions
in eternal
And if that rest were filled sorrow
we'd sleep
In the of a silent eternity
We'd find in
False visions protect us
from
Enter ivory gates through midnite
dreamers in private parades
Perform before perpetual
As dusk engulfs the of horn.
Ivory towers beyond the gate
Invisible fortressess of
Traversed by ramparts made of and fears
Impervious to
V. Tower
sullen doors
Untouched
Safe summer storms
and winds
Relentless
Can weaken
falter when
reality
by all without
Lost in the silken web may weave
Tangled seem a stronghold
But illusions can
A daze plagues the air
by aging winds
The walls give way to the
and let in
VI. on the wind
Misty morning on a plain
Embers of a all that remain
The seeds of life burned within
have like whispers on the wind
the sleepers world
I towards darkening skys
Through the haze of summer storms
The sun tired eyes
VII.Acquiescence
Betrayed by
Deceived by
promises
Pale empty hopes
towers bow down
In to daylight
As dreamers
In sleepers shade
Ocean shift leaving
only
Final traces of
are in the deep
Despair sends a certain
A vague of relief
Released all our longings
we'll sleep
Hope to quiet desperation
reality obscures the dream
Makes the mind a of memories
That wander like the lonely
Whose whispers echo ruins rust
of torn and dreams turned to dust
VIII. (instrumental)
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