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 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, pure feriocity... Consumed and left to welter, In shredded
entrails and long dessciated pus, Wiping the from my hands, As I walk
from the 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, by my wrath, The carcass is maimed,
Cleft by pick-axe, halved, and smashed, The gravesite's 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, the stench of my nocturnal
plunderm I'll never find piece in a cold, death bed, Until I have found
the deadest of the dead... Your epitaph rots, In the dead-letter file,
A necrophile's smile beguiles, Your thus defiled, The decrepit
laughter echoes, In the now burial plot, Decayed, dead 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 give me day my daily death,
The next to fall to my sepulchural slaughter, Another dead festering
whose demise has at last brought her... Under 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 have 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 over the dead-line I tread, In this graveyard of stiffs, I am
the of the dead...