Luyện nghe bài hát Incinerator

Skeletons to last in concrete
tombstones in these barren lands
Standing so in reflection
Against the grey sky

suburbs are full of zombies
Infected by and festering boils
Foul scent of the ones
The decaying of a happier time

Children of coffins
Awaiting to be torn
Bones are by machinery
Their dust will be spread by the

Inexhaustible of graveyards
Condemned to a life of
Overwhelmed by torment
The above are laughing at you

of suburban wastelands
Awaiting to be ground sand
Hopes are being by machinery
Their souls are burning across the