Luyện nghe bài hát From The Past Comes The Storms

The sky up trying to avenge itself
You feel a pain that burns your
You inside the mirror
a past soiled by the blood of innocents
The human greed be their own destruction
The apes in their cages surrounded by
That are us to live here

I feel an urge to and go through cracks
To vanish like a fossil that will be flying on the universe
of armed lives hidden in pits
It's a fight of dwarves the giants
They are sons of the father
Fruit of the mother
All of them cry together in

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

Insanity, the last sanity
Endlessly, still on minds
Lunacy, masses by a holy shit
No regret, from the past comes the

The sky throws up storms to avenge itself
You feel a pain burns your flesh
Your reflection inside the
Shows a past soiled by the of innocents
The human greed will be own destruction
The apes in their cages surrounded by
That are forcing us to live