Luyện nghe bài hát Valley Of The Crucified

Slowly drowning in
Dust and greet you
In the valley of the
the slaughter
Of a hundred
Christians
Eroded bones of past
Human detrilus
Skulls crack
Aged blood and brown
The dead and the dead
The unburiable stench of
Soft grey mouldy
Dangles from withered
Forsaken sounds from parched

P.S.]

Cracked and arched succumb
To sand scoured
Cadavers that
Like fruit on the vine
This is not
This is a place any other brother
The sins of God and the of man
Their cunting holy
Slowly in sand
The law abideth as the key
of holy pain
Hear me dark of the pit

J.M.]