Luyện nghe bài hát Deadest Of The Dead

In the of nights I perform a graveside disservice, Disinhuming the
remains of those who I deem to deserve this, A corpse dead to will
undergo rigorous trashing, Selecting the tomb of the poor stiff that
I will be thrashing... Exhumed from the shelter of earth's dusty
embrace for a curiosity, Then abruptly dismembered without
compunction, just feriocity... Consumed and left to welter, In shredded
entrails and long dessciated pus, Wiping the firt my hands, As I walk
from the grave that trampled to dust... Caskets uprooted, mausoleums
stained red, Riding six feet deep amongst the deadest of the dead, A
tombstone is the sole mute witness, To necro-attrocities as I 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 the reams of obituaries deep in the cemetary, I torment the
entombed, The dead should be wary of the grudges I carry, 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 smile beguiles, Your remains defiled, The decrepit
echoes, In the now vacant burial plot, Decayed, dead and decomposed,
But in peace never rot... Piss on the unholy grave, torso carved and
depraved, Now gone the way of all flesh to give me day my daily 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...