Luyện nghe bài hát Forbidden Crypts

We the greasepaint in the air,
stumbled into town last night, completely unaware,
Clad in of mesh and with mascara on their eyes
We saw a keyboard player and we knew had to die.
They played a show at Inn,
underneath the stage we heard the caterwauling din,
They of forests, elves, and trolls,
The urge to kill them on the spot we could control
After the they all got drunk,
Apparently to celebrate a set really stunk,
To the graveyard they paid call,
These lords of whined about their tour bus being small
They of Norway and "the scene"
The sound of laughing Ghouls through the trees
"We should some pictures!" the one in chain mail said,
"That's it." Cremator growled, "It's time these idiots dead."
They scattered rats when they saw Ghoul attack,
The drummer was the first to go, a in his back
Machetes were sinking into flesh
Carnage and gore soaking and mesh
The keyboardist begged but Fermentor just
We off his hands and then chopped him in half
The vocalist was strangled his very guts
His female back-up expired her cuts
brain pans as a matter of course
Violently with no fucking remorse
bassist, to a boobytrap, paid a toll
His head having gained or six extra holes
The blood from his mouth a hot, steamy treat
We savoured the moment, then off his feet
Both of the guitarists made a run for the
Digestor cut them off and sealed their
One of them while the other was killed,
His tears did no good as his skull was drilled
and dicing, our fanatic obsession
Of slaughtering poseurs, made a profession
In our forbidden...
crypts!!!