Luyện nghe bài hát Of Dirt And Blood

no voices heard, no cries of pain; all has gone silent upon
the faces of men never met; games of power will flare
dying cries of pain can now be heard; kick up blood and dirt
on the of unknown land, on the terrain of unknown land

for death, pushing through the fields
born for death, through the fields

the of the soul has to be, in order for the body to sustain
no time for thought; to kill; the stains of reality keep it real
wishing for thoughts of retreat or return now very seem absurd
bullets kick up blood and dirt, in heat or snow or sand

born for death, pushing the fields
born for death, pushing the fields