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

(A breathing machinery), 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 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 skies
The scent of sadness through rain
I can't run from the graves, of our past