Luyện nghe bài hát Massacrion

The acrid stench of flesh travels fast
the muddy earth
The corpses dangle sickly from the razor
Us against them, the and the rats
to die, wounded mounting in piles of
Moaning, writhing, wasting
Nightmares by endless explosions
Young and old recruits 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 reminder in that smell
We have no until a leave
always seems so far away

Burn Run

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

Us against them, the and the rats
to die, wounded mounting in piles of
Moaning, writhing, life
Nightmares spawned by explosions
Young and old recruits scramble the top

Massacrion Run
Hide Die

The

The king not his pawns
He instead of his reign
sides have their rooks and knights
And the bishops and queen sit and laugh

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