Luyện nghe bài hát Deadest Of The Dead

In the deadest of nights I perform a graveside disservice, the
remains of those who I to deserve this, A corpse dead to rights will
undergo this trashing, Selecting the tomb of the poor stiff that
tonight I will be thrashing... from the shelter of earth's dusty
for a morbid curiosity, Then abruptly dismembered without
compunction, just pure feriocity... Consumed and left to welter, In
entrails and long pus, Wiping the firt from my hands, As I walk
from the grave that I've trampled to dust... uprooted, mausoleums
stained red, Riding high six feet deep the deadest of the dead, A
tombstone is the sole mute witness, To as I endeavor to
split this... 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 obituaries in the cemetary, I torment the
entombed, The dead should be wary of the grudges I carry, Deep the
gloom... Riding high six feet under, Inhale the stench of my
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 smile beguiles, Your remains thus defiled, The decrepit
laughter echoes, In the now vacant burial plot, Decayed, and decomposed,
But in peace you'll rot... Piss on the unholy grave, torso carved and
depraved, Now gone the way of all flesh to me this day my daily death,
The to fall prey to my sepulchural slaughter, Another dead festering
corpse whose has at last brought her... Under the blade, she's carved
up and flayed, Body dismembered, No paid, I hack up the slayed, Who
no one remembers, fucked to the hilt, her guts have all spilled, I
destroy the interred, One foot in the grave, by the enslaved, I'm an
unholy terror... high 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...