Luyện nghe bài hát From The Past Comes The Storms

The sky throws up trying to avenge
You feel a pain that 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 a fossil that will be found flying on the universe
of armed lives hidden in pits
It's a fight of dwarves strengthening the
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 flies the rotten flesh
no more safe ground to be on
Everybody you reflects an image, distorted and wounded
I can the cry of a million souls
That have been already by their deaths
While the laughs of satisfaction endlessly

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

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