Luyện nghe bài hát From The Past Comes The Storms

The sky throws up trying to itself
You feel a pain burns your flesh
You reflection the mirror
Shows a soiled by the blood of innocents
The human will be their own destruction
The apes in their cages surrounded by
That are forcing us to here

I feel an urge to melt and go through
To vanish a fossil that will be found flying on the universe
Brains of armed lives in pits
It's a of dwarves strengthening the giants
They are sons of the father
Fruit of the mother
All of them cry in despair

But what's heard is only the buzz of over the rotten flesh
There's no safe ground to be on
Everybody around you reflects an image, and wounded
I can hear the cry of a million
That have been already marked by deaths
the laughs of satisfaction echo endlessly

Insanity, lacerating the sanity
Endlessly, still on minds
Lunacy, masses smashed by a shit
No regret, from the past the storms

The sky throws up storms trying to avenge
You feel a pain that burns flesh
reflection inside the mirror
Shows a past soiled by the of innocents
The greed will be their own destruction
The apes in their surrounded by thorns
That are forcing us to here