Luyện nghe bài hát L'Epoque Noire (March The 7th 12973 A.D.)

(A machinery), injecting liquid madness
(into my veins)
In a pain
Damaging my mechanics synthetic,
corroding

In chambers of future science, my crystal eyes
Recall an old man, describing me something dawn
Acid substances from lab keep on my brain
To realize that the forgot what the Sun was

My son me, forgive me now
And my sorrow to what once were skies
The scent of sadness falling rain
I can't run from the graves, ghosts of our