Luyện nghe bài hát Awakening By Stench

This coffin isn't big for me,
Silk, satin and lace three,
I hate being dressed up they've got me looking up,
I out and no ones stopping me.

My finger nails have grown enough
long, sharp, ripping through this stuff
Wood shavings in my face,
who could stand the smell of place,
how much can I bear,
broken through the last layer.

Arise from the dead, from the stench,
that are decomposing, thousands of them decayed and bloating,
the reek of them magnifies by how old and they died,
The smell of corps' decomposing gags me odors of theme corroding,
I must get from this peutred [?] stench until then I will not rest.

The soil pours in at a rate,
on me and I push it all away,
My bed is getting filled up, my body to move up,
through the hole in the lid that I have away.

The weight of the dirt falls on me broken every bone in my body,
fractured arms and legs about, won't be much longer until I'm out,
I'm close, I'm gaining my site, poke my fingers through to the day
light.

[repeat

The - Sense of smell
rot - and awakens this lifeless shell
Now I - from hallowed ground
To reeking stench - I'm no longer bound

BROKEN HOPE]
R.STANEK, J.WAGNER]