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, dismal
cold, grim and hard as the dirt upon the tomb
In darkened dirges death's knell out it's toll
As another cadaver is six feet down to its hole
But ere the last of dirt falls on the wall of the box
We gravely offer a salute to 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 melody is bled, in a scripted in red
Like rats by the piper we're led, to in this song for the dead

The humor of the gallons never fails to true
In this dead, bleak, sick world we're hung, drawn and quartered though
As internecine instrument plays its own bloody part
The hammering of coffin nails outpaces the of our hearts
surgery orchestrated, a cleaver conducts
The execrable comes too late, just to reduce us to chunks
Rising up from the sod heaves a gross, putrid
As the chorus is joined in song for the dead
So lift up your severed heads, in a song for the
Life's course ever runs red, so let no lyric remain
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

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

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

Suppurated sonatas erupt, Purulent pizzicatos every which way
The truncated cadence is sundered, Bloody scraps of sheet
scrawled
Threnodies resonate six feet under, To all life's fractured melodies
finally resolve
The symphonic slaughter's swells without
As the cadenza splits your eardrums clean in twain
The repugnant pit an abattoir of death and pain
The hatchet falls in sharp staccato until is slain