Luyện nghe bài hát Stalkers of the Drift

Feral
Stalkers of the
You inside the hollow waves
Like on the ocean highway

See the cavalry
In concave masks
All lined up to fowl the
Dead painted in the sands

They themselves
in the wastelands
Empty on the crests of the dunes
The desert sculptures homage to the wounds

With broken they dance
The and their proud owners
On out in the iron rain
The sun as the caves drink the rivers

The aeroplanes
Chasing the winds upon the highway
on raw silk
Cheered by clapping hands