Luyện nghe bài hát From The Past Comes The Storms

The sky up trying to avenge itself
You feel a pain that burns flesh
You reflection the mirror
Shows a past soiled by the blood of
The greed will be their own destruction
The apes in cages surrounded by thorns
That are forcing us to live

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

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

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

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