Luyện nghe bài hát Web Of War

Still blindly we into the web again.
Our hands still soaked with blood straight through to the skin.
Turned the soil still wet from time's shallow graves,
we entangled in this web of war we've made.
turned about reads triple 6, but do you pale at the slightest hint of coincidence?
If so you're to play a part in all our destruction.
If we believe the myths we then we are bound to live them.
Still many of us, sick and twisted, eagerly our turn to die.
We sit obedient after each atrocity, too desensitized to cry.
We are bound to we so foolishly inspected.
Others ensnared by chance into the trap others erected.
Are we bound to this vicious cycle of
and then vengeance by some uncontrollable flaw in our human condition?
If we are but wild animals acting on instinctual competition
then why is it leading us onward our assured extinction?
No, this web of war is not a part of nature's creation,
but the product of mankind's fear of and his infatuation
with dominance and destruction and the of all,
he fears therefore he will destroy himself in the end.