Luyện nghe bài hát Enemy of the Sun

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

Suffering for the wisdom long
The of bloodletting echoes on the wind
The suicide of drought for a faith
We starve with and glass in our throats

their return
Those who away the sun

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

Harvest return
my soul to the sun