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 dead to rights will
undergo this rigorous trashing, Selecting the tomb of the poor that
tonight I be thrashing... Exhumed from the shelter of earth's dusty
embrace for a morbid curiosity, Then dismembered without
compunction, just pure feriocity... Consumed and left to welter, In
entrails and long dessciated pus, Wiping the firt from my hands, As I
from the grave that I've to dust... Caskets uprooted, mausoleums
red, Riding high 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,
from the reams of obituaries deep in the cemetary, I torment the
entombed, The dead should be 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 bed, Until I have found
the deadest of the dead... Your insipid epitaph rots, In the file,
A necrophile's smile beguiles, remains thus defiled, The decrepit
laughter echoes, In the now vacant plot, Decayed, dead and decomposed,
But in you'll never rot... Piss on the unholy grave, torso carved and
depraved, Now gone the way of all to give me this day my daily death,
The next to fall to my sepulchural slaughter, Another 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, Chainsaw fucked to the hilt, her have all spilled, I
the interred, One foot in the grave, by the casket enslaved, I'm an
unholy terror... Riding high six down, Finding my niche in a hole in the
ground, One step over the dead-line I tread, In this of stiffs, I am
the of the dead...