Luyện nghe bài hát Enemy of the Sun

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

Suffering for the wisdom forgotten
The sound of bloodletting on the wind
The suicide of drought for a destroyed
We starve with pride and glass in our

their return
Those who drive the sun

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

Harvest their
my soul to the sun