Luyện nghe bài hát Insect

Bliss torn, transition
As entombed their mother sphere
to the sky, artificial eye

Crushed, moans, enlightened
Drained was the of man
Insects spawning, crawling
In spinning cluster skies soaring

I've tomorrow sun die
into the skies
But as seeds and acid rot the earth
We will fly into

Oh, te salutant
of the Night
Fierce
the destination
of selfish search?

into spiral alterations
The of pain
Hybrids
in spinning cluster skies we're
They've got
cause is unpure
The poor in stolen grace