Luyện nghe bài hát The Grave For 500,000 Soldiers

In the morning the child stirred me
"Touch it"
It will be the last child of world and I conceived it from a rat

And the rat wandered
The dead ribs
It soaked the last
And flesh's smell
To souls
To transmit the only reality the semen
And the only reality was the reaction

Now death is not a anymore
is the dissonance
Death is the
Death is the decay of without soul

The morality a product,
Feeling of shame and pity been
amongst animals, garbage, sand and stones
Disgust and exitation reflect
In guts and anymore
The is not interesting now
Like clock's hand that's stopped

With such flag of the
The child will into this world
It remember morality
The poisoned sky is the blind

Now is not the fact anymore
Life is the instantenious
Life is the locomotion
is just a one step to the kingdom of rotten flesh