Luyện nghe bài hát Massacrion

The acrid stench of rotten flesh fast
the muddy earth
The corpses dangle sickly from the wire
Us against them, the and the rats
Waiting to die, mounting in piles of
Moaning, writhing, wasting
Nightmares spawned by endless
and old recruits scramble over the top
Insanity now we survive, the rule of life
No defense and all
We fall in groups one by one

Contorted of survival and loss
A horrid reminder in that
We have no relief a leave
always seems so far away

Burn Run

Contorted view of survival and
A horrid in that smell
We have no relief until a
That always seems so far

Us them, the rain and the rats
Waiting to die, wounded in piles of
Moaning, writhing, life
spawned by endless explosions
Young and old recruits scramble the top

Massacrion Run
Hide Die

The

The considers not his pawns
He worries of his reign
Both sides have rooks and knights
And the bishops and queen sit back and

We die for
We die for no one
No one will
No one will at all