Luyện nghe bài hát Khronos

Origin of time / the face of old
Crumbles the / my feet and brain
into measures / of nature's killing liberty
Lights gone an empty house / should be filled of pain

In the of a young moon
The cold night becomes scary soon

A thorn in my soul your face fade
like an owl for salvation I pray

And flames / burning the night sky
you / who walk among the liking
Touch the overbearing / fall on the

In the of a young moon
The cold night becomes scary soon
A thorn in my soul face fade away
like an owl for salvation I pray
He who in the embrace of not
Shall carry the thorns of souls
He who rules the of the pigs
With an smile shall pray on fools
Tough the overweening / fall on the
Blind eyes of old light / shall rule
The of kings / devoured for six nights
The sky is empty / a golden snake crumbles the

Her feet and / the face of old flesh
an empty light house / hiding the cold flesh
Snow is falling through / the living is
Then the memory / of old is upon
sordid through / winged black images
Who shall / an empty sky
Same as the origin / of your
of time / origin of time