Luyện nghe bài hát The Torture

Blood soaked
an air of paranoia
Where brothers each other
And kill question
Shooting in all

Trampling each other, cudgeling
The sickness right at the throat
Diabolical means, the point
Of human

Tactically paradigm
in the laboratory
Men losing control of their
horrific distortions

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

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

Choking on blood, apart
Gutted corpses, the stench
Of powder and rot, loud the
Of endless bombs, the sights

Not one stands
Researchers
Remains created
By subjecting these souls
To the