Luyện nghe bài hát From The Past Comes The Storms

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

I feel an urge to melt and go through
To vanish like a fossil that be found flying on the universe
Brains of armed lives hidden in
a fight of dwarves strengthening the giants
They are of the same father
of the same mother
All of cry together in despair

But what's heard is the buzz of flies 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 souls
That have been already marked by deaths
While the laughs of satisfaction endlessly

Insanity, the last sanity
Endlessly, still remains on
Lunacy, masses smashed by a holy
No regret, from the comes the storms

The sky throws up storms trying to avenge
You a pain that burns your flesh
reflection inside 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 us to live here