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 will always flare
dying cries of pain can now be heard; kick up blood and dirt
on the terrain of land, on the terrain of unknown land

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

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

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