Текст песни Garden Of Shadows - Dissolution Of The Forms
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The venerable one`sDoctrine was crowned upon usHumanity`s noontide gain...But the king was a phantasmThe crown but a porous withered wreathUpon a tattered grimaceOur myopic gazeOf a diaphanous tenetOccluded all thoughtOf solidityEncircled by the frail cannonBeset by the strength of supportThe confines of validityAre entrenched in rough soil Traces of the formsDance on the wall...Unrelenting ironSleek cold steelClings to our wristsAs a vulnerable child(To the stoic guardian)The dead weight of This permeable helmetAnchors us to the motionless rocks of chaosReflections of fidelityDistillations of veracitySpecters of substantiality(Cavort upon the wall)Must this burden Be bourne unto our backsAs the worldOn Atlas` shoulders?If we were to loseOur grip on the globeCould we laugh As we witnessed itCrash into the stars?The explosion will shower usIn the elements of experienceEncumber us with the weightOf reality...Yet free us by serving as the lustrous keyTo our rusted manaclesTraces of the formsDance on the wallIn time with flamesThat provide false warmth