Luyện nghe bài hát A Song For The Dead

The grey muse commissions a new verse
A song to while away the long in the hearse
Yet all of us who danse macabre to these dour, tunes
Become cold, and hard as the dirt upon the tomb
In darkened dirges death's peals out it's toll
As another cadaver is consigned six feet down to its
But ere the last of dirt falls on the wall of the box
We gravely a salute to those about to rot
So lift up your severed heads, in a song for the
Life's course ever runs red, so let no lyric remain
As from our the melody 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 to ring true
In this dead, bleak, sick world that we're hung, and quartered though
As each internecine plays its own bloody part
The hammering of coffin nails outpaces the of our hearts
Symphonic orchestrated, a cleaver conducts
The execrable epiphany too late, just to reduce us to chunks
up from the sod heaves a gross, putrid breath
As the chorus is joined in this for the dead
So lift up your heads, in a song for the dead
Life's course runs red, so let no lyric remain unsaid
As our mouths the melody is bled, in a symphony scripted in red
rats by the piper we're led, to join in this song for the dead

Truncated deranged, raked across barbed strings and hacked
etudes for the de-brained, plucked upon heartstring stretched
On the
Medicinal movements
Regurgitating obscene
Forensic fugues and
Mutilating the melody's and means
The crepitated dies in mid-refrain
As the sheet-music is obscured by a sanguine scarlet
Shattered stave lodged in your split-open brain
The ruptured meter falters as the bow is once again
Acrid arias are
The thorax is breached
viscera with bleach
Grotesquely the deceased

Cleaving the
Broken bleed into a mess
Falling on ears so
So it is in death
Carbonized cantatas corrupt, ringing out, seeds of dischord and

Suppurated sonatas erupt, Purulent pizzicatos slicing which way
The truncated cadence is sundered, scraps of sheet music
Unintellibly
Threnodies resonate six feet under, To where all fractured melodies
Will finally
The symphonic slaughter's without restraint
As the cacophonous cadenza your eardrums clean in twain
The repugnant orchestra pit an abattoir of death and
The falls in sharp staccato until everyone is slain