Luyện nghe bài hát A Song For The Dead

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

The humor of the gallons fails to ring true
In dead, bleak, sick world 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
Symphonic surgery orchestrated, a conducts
The epiphany comes too late, just to reduce us to chunks
Rising up from the sod a gross, putrid breath
As the chorus is joined in this for the dead
So lift up severed heads, in a song for the dead
Life's course ever runs red, so let no lyric unsaid
As from our mouths the melody is bled, in a symphony 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 decomposed
Regurgitating obscene
fugues and de-boned
Mutilating the melody's method and
The crepitated coda in mid-refrain
As the sheet-music is obscured by a sanguine scarlet
Shattered lodged in your split-open splattered brain
The ruptured falters as the bow is fretted once again
arias are screeched
The bloated thorax is
Abrading with bleach
gavage the deceased

Cleaving the
Broken bleed into a mess
Falling on so deaf
So it is in death
Carbonized cantatas corrupt, 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 where all life's fractured
finally resolve
The slaughter's swells without restraint
As the cacophonous cadenza splits your eardrums clean in
The repugnant orchestra pit an abattoir of and pain
The hatchet falls in staccato until everyone is slain