Dissolution Of The Forms 歌词

	作曲 : Garden of Shadows
	The venerable one's
	Doctrine was crowned upon us
	Humanity's noontide gain...
	But the king was a phantasm
	The crown but a porous withered wreath
	Upon a tattered grimace
	Our myopic gaze
	Of a diaphanous tenet
	Occluded all thought
	Of solidity
	Encircled by the frail cannon
	Beset by the strength of support
	The confines of validity
	Are entrenched in rough soil
	Traces of the forms
	Dance on the wall...
	Unrelenting iron
	Sleek cold steel
	Clings to our wrists
	As a vulnerable child (To the stoic guardian)
	The dead weight of
	This permeable helmet
	Anchors us to the motionless rocks of chaos
	Reflections of fidelity
	Distillations of veracity
	Specters of substantiality (Cavort upon the wall)
	Must this burden
	Be bourne unto our backs
	As the world
	On Atlas' shoulders?
	If we were to lose
	Our grip on the globe
	Could we laugh
	As we witnessed it
	Crash into the stars?
	The explosion will shower us
	In the elements of experience
	Encumber us with the weight
	Of reality...
	Yet free us by serving as the lustrous key
	To our rusted manacles
	Traces of the forms
	Dance on the wall
	In time with flames
	That provide false warmth

	zuo qu : Garden of Shadows
	The venerable one' s
	Doctrine was crowned upon us
	Humanity' s noontide gain...
	But the king was a phantasm
	The crown but a porous withered wreath
	Upon a tattered grimace
	Our myopic gaze
	Of a diaphanous tenet
	Occluded all thought
	Of solidity
	Encircled by the frail cannon
	Beset by the strength of support
	The confines of validity
	Are entrenched in rough soil
	Traces of the forms
	Dance on the wall...
	Unrelenting iron
	Sleek cold steel
	Clings to our wrists
	As a vulnerable child To the stoic guardian
	The dead weight of
	This permeable helmet
	Anchors us to the motionless rocks of chaos
	Reflections of fidelity
	Distillations of veracity
	Specters of substantiality Cavort upon the wall
	Must this burden
	Be bourne unto our backs
	As the world
	On Atlas' shoulders?
	If we were to lose
	Our grip on the globe
	Could we laugh
	As we witnessed it
	Crash into the stars?
	The explosion will shower us
	In the elements of experience
	Encumber us with the weight
	Of reality...
	Yet free us by serving as the lustrous key
	To our rusted manacles
	Traces of the forms
	Dance on the wall
	In time with flames
	That provide false warmth

	zuò qǔ : Garden of Shadows
	The venerable one' s
	Doctrine was crowned upon us
	Humanity' s noontide gain...
	But the king was a phantasm
	The crown but a porous withered wreath
	Upon a tattered grimace
	Our myopic gaze
	Of a diaphanous tenet
	Occluded all thought
	Of solidity
	Encircled by the frail cannon
	Beset by the strength of support
	The confines of validity
	Are entrenched in rough soil
	Traces of the forms
	Dance on the wall...
	Unrelenting iron
	Sleek cold steel
	Clings to our wrists
	As a vulnerable child To the stoic guardian
	The dead weight of
	This permeable helmet
	Anchors us to the motionless rocks of chaos
	Reflections of fidelity
	Distillations of veracity
	Specters of substantiality Cavort upon the wall
	Must this burden
	Be bourne unto our backs
	As the world
	On Atlas' shoulders?
	If we were to lose
	Our grip on the globe
	Could we laugh
	As we witnessed it
	Crash into the stars?
	The explosion will shower us
	In the elements of experience
	Encumber us with the weight
	Of reality...
	Yet free us by serving as the lustrous key
	To our rusted manacles
	Traces of the forms
	Dance on the wall
	In time with flames
	That provide false warmth

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