Luyện nghe bài hát Devastator

Neon tanks grope the skyline.
black cocks rot into poison wine.
Neon black flowers on the grave.
black corpses, stacked, eclipse the horizon.
Neon black whip, war gang
while Devastator sips from the chalice.
Neon lemonade drip drips from his grin crammed with cool charm,
and opulence.

The bayonets clamor on all night, scars into the hillside.
Devastator under satin sheets.
"Death are a fucking gold mine."
And all the swine at the cabaret lick their lips as they along.
Devastator, in a negligee, does a tease while he sings this song:
"Everybody needs a Devastation!"

black dirt in the garden.
All the roses into skulls this season.
Neon black hanging from the trees.
Every limb is empty, of pleasant memories.

The fields are throbbing cut bruises.
Devastator violates dirty fingers.
Neon black flames the calm air.
The party's over, what was your gift?
Neon black future charging like a bull with a funeral bouqet to explode.