Luyện nghe bài hát A Song For The Dead

The ashen grey commissions a new verse
A to while away the long sojourn in the hearse
Yet all of us who macabre to these dour, dismal tunes
Become cold, grim and hard as the dirt the tomb
In darkened death's knell peals out it's toll
As another cadaver is consigned six down to its hole
But ere the last of dirt falls on the wall of the box
We gravely offer a 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 is bled, in a symphony scripted in red
Like by the piper we're led, to join in this song for the dead

The of the gallons never fails to ring true
In this dead, bleak, sick world that we're hung, drawn and quartered
As each internecine instrument plays its own bloody
The hammering of coffin outpaces the beating of our hearts
Symphonic surgery orchestrated, a conducts
The epiphany comes too late, just to reduce us to chunks
Rising up the sod heaves a gross, putrid breath
As the chorus is joined in this song for the
So up your severed heads, in a song for the dead
Life's course ever runs red, so let no lyric unsaid
As our mouths the melody is bled, in a symphony scripted in red
Like rats by the piper led, to join in this song for the dead

Truncated toccatas deranged, raked barbed strings and hacked
Eviscerated for the de-brained, plucked upon heartstring stretched
On the
Medicinal decomposed
Regurgitating oratorios
fugues and de-boned
Mutilating the melody's method and
The coda dies in mid-refrain
As the sheet-music is by a sanguine scarlet stain
Shattered stave lodged in your split-open splattered
The ruptured falters as the bow is fretted once again
Acrid arias are
The thorax is breached
Abrading with bleach
Grotesquely gavage the

Cleaving the
Broken notes bleed a mess
Falling on so deaf
So it ever is in
Carbonized cantatas corrupt, ringing out, sewing of dischord and

Suppurated sonatas erupt, pizzicatos slicing every which way
The truncated cadence is sundered, Bloody scraps of music
scrawled
Threnodies resonate six feet under, To all life's fractured melodies
Will resolve
The symphonic 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