Luyện nghe bài hát Forbidden Crypts

We the greasepaint in the air,
They stumbled into town last night, unaware,
Clad in shirts of mesh and with mascara on their
We saw a keyboard player and we they had to die.
They played a show at Inn,
From the stage we heard the caterwauling din,
sang of forests, elves, and trolls,
The to kill them on the spot we barely could control
After the show all got drunk,
Apparently to celebrate a set that stunk,
To the graveyard they paid call,
These lords of chaos about their tour bus being small
They of Norway and "the scene"
The sound of laughing reverberated through the trees
"We should take pictures!" the one in chain mail said,
"That's it." growled, "It's time these idiots were dead."
They scattered rats when they saw Ghoul attack,
The was the first to go, a hook in his back
were sinking into painted flesh
Carnage and soaking leather and mesh
The begged but Fermentor just laughed
We off his hands and then chopped him in half
The was strangled with his very guts
His female back-up from her cuts
Splattering brain pans as a of course
Violently murdering with no fucking
Their bassist, to a boobytrap, paid a
His having gained five or six extra holes
The blood from his mouth made a hot, treat
We the moment, then sawed off his feet
of the guitarists made a run for the gate
Digestor cut them off and sealed their
One of them cried the other was killed,
His tears did no good as his was still drilled
Slicing and dicing, our obsession
Of poseurs, we've made a profession
In our forbidden...
crypts!!!