Luyện nghe bài hát Four Earths

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

Today is the that was never to come.
of six thousand years,
Heap thy upon the scales.
The of your empire are epic and grave.
A sum the lives of blamed never outweigh.

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

To amends...
The of tresses 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 and four disfigured spheres.
These make so your fate.
Shed tears for our thirsting lakes.

We grow weary from the heat.

not this sleep.
Distort not this sea.
This is the of extinction,
A respite in the
Of the of life-
ebbing away.

One scorched, burning...

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

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

"Mothers, how we breathe..."