Luyện nghe bài hát A Song For The Dead

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

The humor of the gallons never fails to true
In this dead, bleak, sick world that we're hung, drawn and quartered
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 severed heads, in a song for the
Life's ever runs red, so let no lyric remain unsaid
As from our mouths the is bled, in a symphony scripted in red
Like rats by the piper we're led, to in this song for the dead

Truncated toccatas deranged, raked across strings and hacked
Eviscerated etudes for the de-brained, upon heartstring stretched
On the
Medicinal movements
oratorios obscene
Forensic and de-boned
Mutilating the method and means
The crepitated coda dies in
As the sheet-music is obscured by a sanguine stain
Shattered lodged in your split-open splattered brain
The ruptured meter as the bow is fretted once again
Acrid are screeched
The bloated thorax is
viscera with bleach
Grotesquely the deceased

the clef
Broken notes bleed into a
Falling on so deaf
So it is in death
cantatas corrupt, ringing out, sewing seeds of dischord and

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