Luyện nghe bài hát Drifting Further

Marching on the land of the
Extents paved with
of their own fate
Atmosphere of smell
Stench of 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
the eyes of the dulled

Scarred brains getting
Controlled by inferior
Remnants of
on the executioner

Not of their own
Not from
in ideas
Lapsed in reality
deeds of satisfaction

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

Cold perspiration my skin
I catch myself further
of perversity capture me
victim.
Puppet without

desires
Primitive cravings
Innmost nature of my

Drifting towards
possession

Flight from my
reasons of
A once system
Defenceless.
Shattered from