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

(A breathing machinery), injecting liquid
(into my veins)
In a pain
Damaging my with synthetic,
rains

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

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