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 danse macabre to dour, dismal tunes
Become cold, grim and as the dirt upon the tomb
In darkened death's knell peals out it's toll
As another 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 up your severed heads, in a song for the dead
Life's ever runs red, so let no lyric remain unsaid
As from our mouths the melody is bled, in a symphony 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 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 heaves a gross, putrid
As the is joined in this 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, across barbed strings and hacked
Eviscerated etudes for the de-brained, plucked upon heartstring
On the
Medicinal decomposed
Regurgitating oratorios
Forensic and de-boned
Mutilating the melody's and means
The crepitated dies in mid-refrain
As the is obscured by a sanguine scarlet stain
stave lodged in your split-open splattered brain
The ruptured meter falters as the bow is fretted again
arias are screeched
The bloated thorax is
Abrading with bleach
Grotesquely gavage the

the clef
Broken notes bleed a mess
Falling on so deaf
So it is in death
Carbonized cantatas corrupt, ringing out, seeds of dischord and

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