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

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

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

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