Luyện nghe bài hát A Song For The Dead

The ashen grey commissions a new verse
A song to while away the long sojourn in the
Yet all of us who danse macabre to these dour, tunes
Become cold, grim and hard as the dirt upon the
In darkened dirges death's knell peals out toll
As another cadaver is consigned six feet to its hole
But ere the last shovel of dirt falls on the of the box
We gravely offer a salute to about to rot
So lift up your severed heads, in a for the dead
course ever runs red, so let no lyric remain unsaid
As from our mouths the is bled, in a symphony scripted in red
rats by the piper we're led, to join in this song for the dead

The humor of the gallons never fails to true
In this dead, bleak, sick that we're hung, drawn and quartered though
As each internecine instrument plays its own part
The hammering of coffin nails outpaces the beating of our
surgery orchestrated, a cleaver conducts
The execrable epiphany comes too late, just to reduce us to
Rising up from the sod heaves a gross, breath
As the chorus is in this song for the dead
So lift up your severed heads, in a for the dead
Life's course runs red, so let no lyric remain unsaid
As from our the melody is bled, in a symphony scripted in red
Like rats by the piper led, to join in this song for the dead

Truncated toccatas deranged, raked barbed strings and hacked
Eviscerated etudes for the de-brained, plucked upon heartstring
On the
movements decomposed
Regurgitating oratorios
fugues and de-boned
Mutilating the melody's and means
The coda dies in mid-refrain
As the sheet-music is obscured by a sanguine scarlet
Shattered lodged in your split-open splattered brain
The meter falters as the bow is fretted once again
Acrid arias are
The thorax is breached
Abrading viscera with
Grotesquely the deceased

Cleaving the
Broken notes into a mess
on ears so deaf
So it ever is in
cantatas corrupt, ringing out, sewing seeds of dischord and

Suppurated sonatas erupt, Purulent slicing every which way
The truncated cadence is sundered, Bloody scraps of sheet
scrawled
Threnodies six feet under, To where all life's fractured melodies
Will finally
The symphonic slaughter's swells restraint
As the cacophonous cadenza splits your eardrums clean in
The repugnant pit an abattoir of death and pain
The falls in sharp staccato until everyone is slain