Luyện nghe bài hát Enemy of the Sun

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

Suffering for the long forgotten
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 away the sun

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

their return
Carry my to the sun