Luyện nghe bài hát The Torture

Blood soaked
Creating an air of
Where brothers fear other
And kill without
in all directions

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

implemented paradigm
Designed in the
Men control of their minds
Hallucinating horrific

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

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

Choking on blood, ripping
Gutted corpses, the stench
Of powder and rot, loud the
Of bombs, horrific the sights

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