Luyện nghe bài hát Khronos

Origin of time / the face of old
Crumbles the earth / my feet and
Collapsing into measures / of killing liberty
Lights gone an empty house / should be filled of pain

In the of a young moon
The cold dark night becomes scary

A thorn in my soul your face away
Awake an owl for salvation I pray

And shining / burning the night sky
you / who walk among the liking
Touch the overbearing / on the crushed

In the of a young moon
The cold dark night scary soon
A in my soul your face fade away
like an owl for salvation I pray
He who sleeps in the of not
Shall carry the thorns of carrion
He who rules the of the pigs
With an oral smile shall on fools
the overweening / fall on the crushed
Blind eyes of old / pigs shall rule
The flesh of kings / for six nights
The sky is / a golden snake crumbles the earth

Her feet and brain / the face of old
Like an empty light / hiding the cold flesh
Snow is falling through / the living is
the memory / of old fear is upon
Rushes through / winged black images
Who build / an empty sky
Same as the origin / of your
Origin of time / of time