Luyện nghe bài hát Deadest Of The Dead

In the deadest of nights I perform a disservice, Disinhuming the
remains of those who I deem to deserve this, A corpse dead to rights
undergo this rigorous trashing, Selecting the tomb of the poor that
tonight I will be thrashing... Exhumed from the of earth's dusty
embrace for a morbid curiosity, Then abruptly without
compunction, just pure feriocity... Consumed and left to welter, In
entrails and long pus, Wiping the firt from my hands, As I walk
the grave that I've trampled to dust... Caskets uprooted, mausoleums
stained red, Riding high six feet 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, and smashed, The gravesite's in flames,
Culled from the reams of deep in the cemetary, I torment the
entombed, The should be wary of the grudges I carry, Deep into the
gloom... Riding high six feet under, Inhale the stench of my
plunderm I'll never find piece in a cold, hard death bed, I have found
the deadest of the dead... Your epitaph rots, In the dead-letter file,
A smile 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 the way of all flesh to give me this day my daily death,
The next to fall prey to my sepulchural slaughter, Another dead
corpse whose demise has at last 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... Riding high six down, Finding my niche in a hole in the
ground, One step over the dead-line I tread, In graveyard of stiffs, I am
the of the dead...