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

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

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

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