Luyện nghe bài hát Enemy of the Sun

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

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

Harvest return
Those who drive the sun

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

their return
Carry my to the sun