Luyện nghe bài hát The Torture

Blood despair
Creating an air of
Where brothers each other
And kill question
Shooting in all

Trampling each other, cudgeling
The sickness grips at the throat
Diabolical means, proving the
Of weakness

implemented paradigm
Designed in the
Men losing control of minds
Hallucinating distortions

Flesh the military machine
Bringing to their knees
for relief
That will come in some form of death

Choking on blood, ripping
Gutted corpses, stale the
Of and rot, loud the sound
Of bombs, horrific the sights

Choking on blood, apart
Gutted corpses, the stench
Of and rot, loud the sound
Of bombs, horrific the sights

Not one stands
Researchers
they created
By these poor souls
To the