Luyện nghe bài hát Incinerator

Skeletons built to in concrete
Like tombstones in these lands
Standing so in reflection
the pale grey sky

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

Children of coffins
Awaiting to be torn
Bones are crushed by
Their will be spread by the storm

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

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