Luyện nghe bài hát From The Past Comes The Storms

The sky throws up to avenge itself
You feel a that burns your flesh
You inside the mirror
Shows a past by the blood of innocents
The human will be their own destruction
The apes in their surrounded by thorns
are forcing us to live here

I feel an to melt and go through cracks
To vanish like a fossil that will be flying on the universe
Brains of armed hidden in pits
It's a fight of dwarves strengthening the
They are sons of the same
Fruit of the mother
All of cry together in despair

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

Insanity, lacerating the last
Endlessly, remains on minds
Lunacy, masses smashed by a shit
No regret, the past comes the storms

The sky up storms trying to avenge itself
You a pain that burns your flesh
Your reflection inside the
Shows a soiled by the blood of innocents
The human greed will be their own
The apes in their surrounded by thorns
are forcing us to live here