Luyện nghe bài hát Deadest Of The Dead

In the of nights I perform a graveside disservice, Disinhuming the
of those who I deem to deserve this, A corpse dead to rights will
undergo this trashing, Selecting the tomb of the poor stiff that
I will be thrashing... Exhumed from the shelter of earth's dusty
embrace for a morbid curiosity, Then dismembered without
compunction, pure feriocity... Consumed and left to welter, In shredded
entrails and dessciated pus, Wiping the firt from my hands, As I walk
from the grave that I've trampled to dust... uprooted, mausoleums
red, Riding high six feet deep amongst the deadest of the dead, A
tombstone is the mute witness, To necro-attrocities as I endeavor to
this... Corpse in half, stricken by my wrath, The carcass is maimed,
Cleft by pick-axe, halved, and smashed, The gravesite's in flames,
Culled from the reams of obituaries deep in the cemetary, I the
entombed, The dead should be of the grudges I carry, Deep into the
gloom... Riding high six feet under, the stench of my nocturnal
plunderm I'll never find piece in a cold, hard death bed, I have found
the deadest of the dead... Your insipid rots, In the dead-letter file,
A necrophile's smile beguiles, Your remains thus defiled, The
laughter echoes, In the now burial plot, Decayed, dead and decomposed,
But in peace you'll never rot... Piss on the unholy grave, carved and
depraved, Now gone the way of all flesh to give me day my daily death,
The next to fall prey to my sepulchural slaughter, Another dead
corpse whose demise has at last brought her... Under the blade, carved
up and flayed, Body dismembered, No paid, I hack up the slayed, Who
no one remembers, Chainsaw fucked to the hilt, her guts all spilled, I
destroy the interred, One foot in the grave, by the enslaved, I'm an
unholy terror... Riding six feet down, Finding my niche in a hole in the
ground, One over the dead-line I tread, In this graveyard of stiffs, I am
the of the dead...