Luyện nghe bài hát Artifacts Of The Black Rain

Staring there, to the city moon
silhouettes tall to grip her white rooms
The black clad voyeur in his clad masque
In the serpentine sun of tragedy

Stood there at the soul dead mass
With fabled illusions, vain dreams that passed
Splinters of a life by in the whirl
A lone warrior in a fantasy world

He for night but night could not come
So swept in the shroud of misanthrope, he went
And fed the empty
the artifacts of the black rain
Sunken into the with a dry sardonic smile
He made the footprints a of his heart
To a sacred confrontation

at the carving on the monument telling lies
Digging of the earth, making friends the soil
As the all mother and bares her bleeding thighs
He disappears into her cold, icy