Luyện nghe bài hát Incinerator

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

These suburbs are of zombies
Infected by plague and boils
Foul scent of the ones
The remains of a happier time

Children of black
Awaiting to be torn
are crushed by machinery
Their dust be spread by the storm

Inexhaustible of graveyards
Condemned to a life of
Overwhelmed by endless
The ones are laughing at you

Children of wastelands
Awaiting to be into sand
Hopes are crushed by machinery
Their souls are across the land