Luyện nghe bài hát Deadest Of The Dead

In the deadest of nights I perform a disservice, Disinhuming the
remains of those who I to deserve this, A corpse dead to rights will
undergo this rigorous trashing, Selecting the tomb of the poor that
I will be thrashing... Exhumed from the shelter of earth's dusty
embrace for a morbid curiosity, Then abruptly without
compunction, just pure feriocity... and left to welter, In shredded
entrails and long dessciated pus, Wiping the firt my hands, As I walk
from the that I've trampled to dust... Caskets uprooted, mausoleums
stained red, Riding six feet deep amongst the deadest of the dead, A
tombstone is the sole 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, quartered and smashed, The in flames,
Culled from the reams of deep in the cemetary, I torment the
entombed, The dead should be of the grudges I carry, Deep into the
gloom... high six feet under, Inhale the stench of my nocturnal
plunderm I'll never piece in a cold, hard death bed, Until I have found
the deadest of the dead... Your insipid epitaph rots, In the file,
A necrophile's smile beguiles, Your remains thus defiled, The
laughter echoes, In the now vacant plot, Decayed, dead and decomposed,
But in peace you'll never rot... Piss on the grave, torso carved and
depraved, Now gone the way of all flesh to give me this day my death,
The to fall prey to my sepulchural slaughter, Another dead festering
corpse whose demise has at last brought her... the blade, she's carved
up and flayed, dismembered, No respects 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 high six feet down, Finding my in a hole in the
ground, One step over the dead-line I tread, In graveyard of stiffs, I am
the of the dead...