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

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

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

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