Luyện nghe bài hát Four Earths

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

is the tomorrow that was never to come.
Scourge of six years,
thy flesh upon the scales.
The of your empire are epic and grave.
A sum the lives of could never outweigh.

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

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

you cry for gods...
Cry for the ages of and four disfigured spheres.
These spheres so your fate.
Shed tears for our thirsting lakes.

We grow weary the searing heat.

Disturb not sleep.
not this placid sea.
This is the of extinction,
A in the shedding
Of the weight of
Life away.

One scorched, burning...

given to hell, and man is reduced to cinders.
How lightly tread 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..."