Luyện nghe bài hát Enemy of the Sun

Torn of land's disgrace
Too hungry to a future
The sun bathes my with a veil of rage
It's rays dyed with the blood of our

for the wisdom long forgotten
The sound of bloodletting on the wind
The of drought for a faith destroyed
We starve pride and glass in our throats

their return
Those who away the sun

The masks lay fallen, in the dust
Tearing our flesh amongst
See how run as we laugh
In lunar there is understanding

Harvest their
Carry my to the sun