Luyện nghe bài hát Drifting Further

Marching on the of the enemy
Extents paved with
Mirrors of their own
Atmosphere of cadaverous
of rotten flesh
sounds of the abyss
Scenery of brutality
Nothing than the
Souls of the

I found
In this of war
in the ruins of
Generations'
To be
Of the butchery
Dead staring
Through the of the dulled

Scarred brains getting
Controlled by circumstances
Remnants of
on the executioner

Not of their own
Not inside
Lacking in
Lapsed in outer
Brutish deeds of

Widow's before her
Eyes
Woeful cries not to be
To be in the everlasting wailing

Cold perspiration covering my
I catch myself drifting
of perversity capture me
victim.
Puppet threads

desires
Primitive Human
nature of my race

Drifting further
possession

Flight my mind
Mutated of
A once healthy
Defenceless.
Shattered from