Luyện nghe bài hát Enemy of the Sun

Torn of this disgrace
Too hungry to a future
The sun bathes my wounds a veil of rage
rays dyed with the blood of our disrespect

Suffering for the wisdom long
The sound of echoes on the wind
The suicide of drought for a destroyed
We with pride and glass in our throats

their return
Those who drive the sun

The lay fallen, sheltered in the dust
Tearing our flesh wolves
See how they run as we
In lunar there is understanding

Harvest return
my soul to the sun