Luyện nghe bài hát Incinerator

Skeletons built to last in
Like in these barren lands
Standing so in reflection
the pale grey sky

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

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

Inexhaustible crowds of
to a life of rats
Overwhelmed by torment
The ones are laughing at you

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