Luyện nghe bài hát Deadest Of The Dead

In the deadest of nights I a graveside disservice, Disinhuming the
remains of those who I deem to deserve this, A corpse to rights will
undergo this rigorous trashing, Selecting the tomb of the poor that
tonight I will be thrashing... Exhumed from the shelter of earth's
for a morbid curiosity, Then abruptly dismembered without
compunction, just feriocity... Consumed and left to welter, In shredded
entrails and dessciated pus, Wiping the firt from my hands, As I walk
from the that I've trampled to dust... Caskets uprooted, mausoleums
stained red, high six feet deep amongst the deadest of the dead, A
is the sole mute witness, To necro-attrocities as I endeavor to
split this... Corpse in half, stricken by my wrath, The is maimed,
Cleft by pick-axe, halved, quartered and smashed, The in flames,
from the reams of obituaries deep in the cemetary, I torment the
entombed, The should be wary of the grudges I carry, Deep into the
gloom... Riding high six under, Inhale the stench of my nocturnal
plunderm I'll never find piece in a cold, hard death bed, Until I have
the deadest of the dead... Your insipid rots, In the dead-letter file,
A necrophile's beguiles, Your remains thus defiled, The decrepit
laughter echoes, In the now vacant 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 this day my death,
The next to fall prey to my sepulchural slaughter, dead festering
corpse whose demise has at brought her... Under the blade, she's carved
up and flayed, Body dismembered, No respects paid, I up the slayed, Who
no one remembers, fucked to the hilt, her guts have all spilled, I
destroy the interred, One in the grave, by the casket enslaved, I'm an
unholy terror... Riding high six feet down, Finding my in a hole in the
ground, One step over the I tread, In this graveyard of stiffs, I am
the of the dead...