Luyện nghe bài hát Deadest Of The Dead

In the deadest of nights I a graveside disservice, Disinhuming the
remains of those who I deem to this, A corpse dead to rights will
undergo rigorous trashing, Selecting the tomb of the poor stiff that
tonight I will be thrashing... Exhumed from the shelter of dusty
embrace for a morbid curiosity, Then abruptly dismembered
compunction, just feriocity... Consumed and left to welter, In shredded
entrails and long dessciated pus, Wiping the firt from my hands, As I
from the that I've trampled to dust... Caskets uprooted, mausoleums
stained red, Riding six feet deep amongst the deadest of the dead, A
is the sole mute witness, To necro-attrocities as I endeavor to
split this... in half, stricken by my wrath, The carcass is maimed,
Cleft by pick-axe, halved, and smashed, The gravesite's in flames,
from the reams of obituaries deep 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, Inhale the stench of my
plunderm I'll never find piece in a cold, hard bed, Until I have found
the of the dead... Your insipid epitaph rots, In the dead-letter file,
A necrophile's smile beguiles, remains thus defiled, The decrepit
laughter echoes, In the now burial plot, Decayed, dead and decomposed,
But in peace you'll never rot... Piss on the grave, torso carved and
depraved, Now gone the way of all to give me this day my daily death,
The next to fall to my sepulchural slaughter, Another dead festering
corpse demise has at last brought her... Under the blade, she's carved
up and flayed, Body dismembered, No respects paid, I up the slayed, Who
no one remembers, Chainsaw fucked to the hilt, her have all spilled, I
the interred, One foot 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...