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 tomorrow that was to come.
of six thousand years,
Heap thy flesh the scales.
The misdeeds of empire are epic and grave.
A sum the lives of blamed could outweigh.

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

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

you cry for gods...
Cry for the ages of and four disfigured spheres.
These make so your fate.
Shed your tears for our 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-
Life away.

One scorched, burning...

Worlds to hell, and man is reduced to cinders.
How tread they now...

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

"Mothers, how we breathe..."