Luyện nghe bài hát A Song For The Dead

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

The humor of the never fails to ring true
In this dead, bleak, sick that we're hung, drawn and quartered though
As each internecine instrument plays its own bloody
The hammering of nails outpaces the beating of our hearts
Symphonic surgery orchestrated, a cleaver
The execrable comes too late, just to reduce us to chunks
Rising up the sod heaves a gross, putrid breath
As the chorus is joined in song for the dead
So lift up your heads, in a song for the dead
Life's 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

Truncated toccatas deranged, raked barbed strings and hacked
Eviscerated etudes for the de-brained, plucked heartstring stretched
On the
movements decomposed
Regurgitating oratorios
Forensic and de-boned
Mutilating the melody's method and
The crepitated coda dies in
As the sheet-music is obscured by a sanguine stain
Shattered stave lodged in your split-open brain
The ruptured meter falters as the bow is once again
arias are screeched
The thorax is breached
Abrading with bleach
gavage the deceased

Cleaving the
Broken notes bleed a mess
Falling on ears so
So it is in death
Carbonized corrupt, ringing out, sewing seeds of dischord and

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