Luyện nghe bài hát Khronos

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

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

A thorn in my soul face fade away
Awake like an owl for I pray

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

In the light of a young
The cold dark night becomes soon
A thorn in my soul your face away
Awake like an owl for salvation I
He who sleeps in the of not
Shall carry the thorns of souls
He who rules the of the pigs
With an oral smile shall pray on
Tough the overweening / on the crushed
Blind of old light / pigs shall rule
The flesh of kings / devoured for six
The sky is empty / a golden snake the earth

Her and brain / the face of old flesh
Like an light house / hiding the cold flesh
Snow is falling through / the is gone
the memory / of old fear is upon
Rushes sordid through / winged black
Who shall build / an sky
Same as the / of your face
Origin of / origin of time