Luyện nghe bài hát Of Dirt And Blood

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

for death, pushing through 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; just to kill; the of reality keep it real
wishing for thoughts of retreat or now very well seem absurd
bullets kick up and dirt, in heat or cold; snow or sand

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