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 will
undergo this 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, abruptly dismembered without
compunction, just pure feriocity... Consumed and left to welter, In
entrails and long pus, Wiping the firt from my hands, As I walk
from the grave that I've trampled to dust... uprooted, mausoleums
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... Corpse in half, 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... high six feet under, Inhale the stench of my nocturnal
plunderm I'll never find piece in a cold, hard death bed, Until I have
the deadest of the dead... Your insipid epitaph rots, In the file,
A necrophile's smile beguiles, Your remains defiled, The decrepit
echoes, In the now vacant burial plot, Decayed, dead and decomposed,
But in peace you'll never rot... on the unholy grave, torso carved and
depraved, Now gone the way of all flesh to give me this day my death,
The next to fall prey to my sepulchural slaughter, dead festering
corpse whose demise has at last brought her... Under the blade, carved
up and flayed, Body dismembered, No respects paid, I up the slayed, Who
no one remembers, Chainsaw to the hilt, her guts 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, Finding my in a hole in the
ground, One step over the I tread, In this graveyard of stiffs, I am
the of the dead...