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 rigorous trashing, Selecting the tomb of the stiff that
tonight I will be thrashing... Exhumed the shelter of earth's dusty
embrace for a morbid curiosity, Then abruptly without
compunction, just pure feriocity... Consumed and to welter, In shredded
entrails and long pus, Wiping the firt from my hands, As I walk
from the grave that trampled to dust... Caskets uprooted, mausoleums
stained red, Riding high six feet deep the deadest of the dead, A
tombstone is the sole mute witness, To necro-attrocities as I 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 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 in a cold, hard death bed, Until I have found
the deadest of the dead... Your insipid epitaph rots, In the file,
A necrophile's smile beguiles, Your remains thus defiled, The
laughter echoes, In the now vacant burial plot, Decayed, and decomposed,
But in you'll never 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 demise has at last brought her... Under the blade, she's
up and flayed, Body dismembered, No paid, I hack up the slayed, Who
no one remembers, Chainsaw fucked to the hilt, her guts all spilled, I
destroy the interred, One in the grave, by the casket enslaved, I'm an
unholy terror... Riding high six feet down, 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...