Luyện nghe bài hát Faces In The Walls

Roar of wars was covered by the heavy of dust
of steel reins were broken in echoes
Air with blood
Pagan
Fallen the flag of antiquity.
I like to breath in and I greedily
Each little of the times passed away
Times of blood and of primary as well.
In the evening into dark I speak to faces in the walls
They are older than we are willing to understand
And stronger than us, time and the power of oblivion
are engraved into walls by songs from universe.
I like to listen to the narration of the endless labyrinth of
And at the same time I the most material and intoxicating power of

With which I to be bound.