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 on their eyes
We saw a keyboard player and we knew had to die.
played a show at Ivan's 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 they all got drunk,
to celebrate a set that really stunk,
To the graveyard predictably paid call,
lords of chaos whined about their tour bus being small
They spoke of 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 these idiots were dead."
They scattered rats when they saw Ghoul attack,
The drummer was the first to go, a in his back
Machetes were into painted flesh
Carnage and soaking leather and mesh
The keyboardist begged but Fermentor just
We hacked off his hands and chopped him in half
The vocalist was strangled with his very
His female back-up from her cuts
Splattering brain pans as a matter of
Violently with no fucking remorse
Their bassist, to a boobytrap, paid a
His head having five 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 made a run for the
Digestor cut them off and 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!!!