Luyện nghe bài hát Swarm

Inconceivable it is that on earth a land exists
untouched by hand. Try as we might to peer
through the folds of the death grip. The
human tide forward smothering everything that
our twisted cannot justify as worthy enough
to take a place in this lie we progress.

Scourge! Scourge! Scourge! Scourge!

Unwilling to let in the sun unable to escape been
done and our towers built open wounds on the land
that as each day passes begins to more and resemble
a of hell I had as a child and the droning sounds
of progress begin to resemble more and
the of an endless locust swarm.