Luyện nghe bài hát Four Earths

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

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

These are not islands unaware of their scars,
Sustaining butchers for six years
Under of the hook and pull.
bones from 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 malformed clay 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 grow weary the searing heat.

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

One scorched, burning...

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

regenerate, we ashen sisters.
Restore and again.
That ash in the lungs of is deathly,
This is the of man.

"Mothers, how we breathe..."