Luyện nghe bài hát Drifting Further

Marching on the land of the
Extents paved with
Mirrors of their own
Atmosphere of smell
of rotten flesh
sounds of the abyss
of scathing brutality
Nothing left the
of the damned

I found
In morgue of war
Hidden in the of
passion
To be
Of the senseless
Dead staring
Through the eyes of the

brains getting numb
Controlled by inferior
of cruelty
Enchroaching on the

Not of own will
Not inside
Lacking in
in outer reality
Brutish deeds of

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

perspiration covering my skin
I catch myself drifting
Thoughts of capture me
victim.
Puppet threads

desires
Primitive cravings
Innmost nature of my

further towards
Demonic

from my mind
Mutated of
A healthy system
Defenceless.
from inside