Luyện nghe bài hát Of Dirt And Blood

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

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

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

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