Luyện nghe bài hát Incinerator

Skeletons built to in concrete
Like tombstones in these lands
so strong in reflection
Against the grey sky

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

Children of black
Awaiting to be sincerely
Bones are by machinery
dust will be spread by the storm

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

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