Luyện nghe bài hát Dissect, Exhume, Devour...

Early at I go to the morgue
I have my breakfast on a corpse
its organs whistling as I work
Beholding my carnage, I delight on

I my profession as mortuary technician
So funny, macabre and
I am alone my workdays ends
are my only friends

Cemetery at is my favourite place
the quietus I break open the grave
Digging up the coffin, grabbin knife and
Smell the putrefaction... I on the rot

Nocturnal of greedy necrophagia
Carving out putrid
Ingesting from rotting exudate
I'm to ptomaine

rancid fats
Used as sauce for raw
dinner is served
I'm hungry for maggoty

Festered offals garnished gall
Gastronomic
Delicious taste of
Gnawned bones is all left

(repeat 2nd verse)

Dissect... Exhume... Devour... Vomit!!!