Luyện nghe bài hát Khronos

Origin of / the face of old flesh
Crumbles the / my feet and brain
into measures / of nature's killing liberty
Lights an empty house / should be filled of empty pain

In the light of a moon
The cold dark becomes scary soon

A thorn in my your face fade away
Awake like an owl for salvation I

And shining flames / the night sky
Until you / who among the liking
the overbearing / fall on the crushed

In the light of a moon
The cold dark night becomes scary
A in my soul your face fade away
Awake an owl for salvation I pray
He who sleeps in the of not
Shall carry the thorns of souls
He who rules the of the pigs
With an oral smile shall pray on
Tough the overweening / on the crushed
Blind eyes of old / pigs shall rule
The flesh of / devoured for six nights
The sky is empty / a golden snake crumbles the

Her feet and brain / the face of old
Like an empty light house / hiding the flesh
Snow is falling through / the is gone
Then the memory / of old is upon
sordid through / winged black images
Who build / an empty sky
Same as the origin / of face
Origin of / origin of time