Luyện nghe bài hát Forbidden Crypts

We the greasepaint in the air,
They stumbled town last night, completely unaware,
Clad in shirts of mesh and with mascara on eyes
We saw a keyboard player and we they had to die.
played a show at Ivan's Inn,
From underneath the stage we the caterwauling din,
They of forests, elves, and trolls,
The urge to kill on the spot we barely could control
the show they all got drunk,
Apparently to celebrate a set really stunk,
To the graveyard they paid call,
These lords of chaos whined about tour bus being small
spoke of Norway 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 drummer was the to go, a hook in his back
Machetes sinking into painted flesh
and gore soaking leather and mesh
The begged but Fermentor just laughed
We hacked off his hands and then chopped him in
The vocalist was strangled with his very
His female expired from her cuts
brain pans as a matter of course
Violently murdering with no remorse
bassist, to a boobytrap, paid a toll
His head having gained or six extra holes
The blood from his mouth made a hot, steamy
We savoured the moment, then sawed off his
Both of the guitarists a run for the gate
Digestor cut them off and sealed fate
One of them cried the other was killed,
His tears did no good as his was still drilled
and dicing, our fanatic obsession
Of slaughtering poseurs, we've a profession
In our forbidden...
crypts!!!