Luyện nghe bài hát A Song For The Dead

The ashen muse commissions a new verse
A song to away the long sojourn in the hearse
Yet all of us who macabre to these dour, dismal tunes
Become cold, grim and as the dirt upon the tomb
In darkened dirges knell peals out it's toll
As cadaver is consigned six feet down to its hole
But ere the last shovel of dirt on the wall of the box
We offer a salute to those about to rot
So lift up your heads, in a song 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
Like rats by the piper we're led, to join in this song for the

The humor of the gallons fails to ring true
In this dead, bleak, sick world that we're hung, drawn and though
As each internecine instrument plays its own bloody
The hammering of coffin nails outpaces the beating of our
Symphonic orchestrated, a cleaver conducts
The execrable epiphany comes too late, just to reduce us to
Rising up from the sod a gross, putrid breath
As the chorus is in this song for the dead
So lift up your severed heads, in a song for the
Life's course ever 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 we're led, to join in this for the dead

Truncated deranged, raked across barbed strings and hacked
Eviscerated etudes for the de-brained, plucked heartstring stretched
On the
Medicinal decomposed
Regurgitating obscene
fugues and de-boned
Mutilating the method and means
The crepitated coda dies in
As the sheet-music is by a sanguine scarlet stain
Shattered stave lodged in your splattered brain
The ruptured meter as the bow is fretted once again
Acrid are screeched
The thorax is breached
Abrading with bleach
Grotesquely the deceased

the clef
Broken bleed into a mess
on ears so deaf
So it ever is in
Carbonized cantatas corrupt, ringing out, sewing of dischord and

Suppurated sonatas erupt, Purulent pizzicatos slicing every way
The truncated cadence is sundered, Bloody of sheet music
Unintellibly
resonate six feet under, To where all life's fractured melodies
Will finally
The slaughter's swells without restraint
As the cacophonous cadenza splits eardrums clean in twain
The repugnant orchestra pit an abattoir of and pain
The hatchet falls in sharp until everyone is slain