Luyện nghe bài hát Four Earths

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

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

These are not ignorant islands 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 little they truly own.

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

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

We weary from the searing heat.

not this sleep.
Distort not placid 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 lightly they now...

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

"Mothers, how we breathe..."