Luyện nghe bài hát Incinerator

Skeletons to last in concrete
Like tombstones in these lands
so strong in reflection
Against the pale sky

These are full of zombies
Infected by and festering boils
scent of the rotting ones
The decaying remains of a happier

Children of black
to be sincerely torn
Bones are crushed by
Their dust will be by the storm

Inexhaustible crowds of
Condemned to a of rats
by endless torment
The ones above are at you

Children of suburban
Awaiting to be into sand
Hopes are being crushed by
Their souls are burning the land