Luyện nghe bài hát From The Past Comes The Storms

The sky throws up to avenge itself
You feel a pain that your flesh
You reflection inside the
Shows a past by the blood of innocents
The human greed be their own destruction
The apes in their cages by thorns
That are forcing us to live

I feel an urge to melt and go cracks
To vanish like a fossil will be found flying on the universe
Brains of armed lives hidden in
a fight of dwarves strengthening the giants
They are sons of the father
Fruit of the same
All of them cry together in

But what's heard is the buzz of flies over the rotten flesh
There's no more safe to be on
around you reflects an image, distorted and wounded
I can hear the cry of a million
That have been already marked by deaths
While the laughs of echo endlessly

Insanity, lacerating the last
Endlessly, still remains on
Lunacy, masses smashed by a holy
No regret, from the past the storms

The sky throws up storms to avenge itself
You a pain that burns your flesh
reflection inside the mirror
Shows a past soiled by the blood of
The greed will be their own destruction
The apes in their surrounded by thorns
That are forcing us to here