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 poor stiff
tonight I will be thrashing... Exhumed from the shelter of dusty
embrace for a curiosity, Then abruptly dismembered without
compunction, just pure feriocity... Consumed and to welter, In shredded
entrails and long dessciated pus, Wiping the firt from my hands, As I
from the grave that I've trampled to dust... Caskets uprooted,
stained red, high six feet deep amongst the deadest of the dead, A
tombstone is the sole mute witness, To necro-attrocities as I 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 should be wary of the grudges I carry, Deep into the
gloom... Riding high six feet under, the stench of my nocturnal
plunderm I'll find piece in a cold, hard death bed, Until 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
echoes, In the now vacant 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 me this day my daily death,
The next to fall prey to my slaughter, Another dead festering
corpse whose demise has at last brought her... Under the blade, 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 in the grave, by the casket enslaved, I'm an
unholy terror... Riding six feet down, Finding my niche in a hole in the
ground, One step over the I tread, In this graveyard of stiffs, I am
the of the dead...