Luyện nghe bài hát Khronos

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

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

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

And shining / burning the night sky
Until you / who among the liking
Touch the overbearing / fall on the

In the light of a moon
The cold dark night becomes scary
A thorn in my soul your face fade
like an owl for salvation I pray
He who sleeps in the of not
Shall carry the thorns of souls
He who rules the of the pigs
With an oral shall pray on fools
Tough the overweening / on the crushed
Blind eyes of old / pigs shall rule
The flesh of / devoured for six nights
The sky is / a golden snake crumbles the earth

Her feet and brain / the face of old
an empty light house / hiding the cold flesh
Snow is through / the living is gone
Then the memory / of old fear is
Rushes through / winged black images
Who shall build / an sky
as the origin / of your face
Origin of time / of time