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

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

In chambers of science, my liquid crystal eyes
an old man, describing me something called dawn
Acid substances lab keep working on my brain
To realize that the Earth forgot the Sun was

My son forgive me, me now
And take my sorrow to once were skies
The scent of sadness through falling
I run from the graves, ghosts of our past