Luyện nghe bài hát Forbidden Crypts

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