Luyện nghe bài hát From The Distance

From the fields once cleansed by
the forests and lakes
From the hills standing sullen in
Which do no human pain
Canst thou see fog
in thy slumberic reign
Fog curls in this place
Crust covers face on
Dusty of Styx
Mud and treasures
Human made
Irksome, endless,

With no
Gap up with reek
Lightless be all surrounds
Never they all to be
This place is possessed by the fear
of morn sun to
Void feed its malicious greed
the spawns of underworld
Beneath the so cold
pale spark of the life
Is extinguished by their
They're self in their cells
Self graves
Where graveworm treats itself
As the Midgards
Spark has ripped cloth
Fog has it
Stoneclouds filled this
Closed the lid
Covered condemned by no doom
And the place of only
Where's no sane seed to
Where earth is waiting to die
Ghost of the city
From thy divine

Tentacles're
spies of that mist
As
Of unbroken
in this eden
In the blaze.