Luyện nghe bài hát Four Earths

One scorched, burning...
given to hell and man is helpless amongst the cincers.
How lightly we now...

Today is the tomorrow was never to come.
Scourge of six years,
Heap thy upon the scales.
The misdeeds of your are epic and grave.
A sum the of blamed could never outweigh.

are not ignorant islands unaware of their scars,
Sustaining butchers for six thousand
Under duress of the and pull.
With bones and to the dust, sod retakes its claim.
is lost,
And petty beasts will now learn how little they truly own.

To amends...
The stench of on hot coats.
of flame trample man into the embers.
The melting of clay into a molten expanse.

you cry for gods...
Cry for the ages of desecration and four spheres.
spheres make so your fate.
Shed your tears for our lakes.

We weary from the searing heat.

Disturb not sleep.
Distort not placid sea.
is the hour of extinction,
A respite in the
Of the weight of
Life away.

One scorched, burning...

given to hell, and man is reduced to cinders.
How lightly they now...

Never regenerate, we sisters.
Restore and again.
That ash in the lungs of is deathly,
is the uncreation of man.

"Mothers, how we breathe..."