Luyện nghe bài hát In The Name Of Gore

Extrapolating the abhorrent
We a sordid truth
Heinously death's depths
Like a bumbling sleuth

Tearing through the of decay
With vicious rancor and bitter
To get at the cold, dead of the matter
Which we bring forth to

canonized
We let reign unfettered
Derangement
To the bloody letter
No one can do it

In detail we play out or own
scenes' coup de grace
With homicidal we remove the curtain
That would draw

Retrograding your in our sick
Dead world, it had no
Desecrating your of dignity
But of in the end, it's all a matter of distaste

Your mollified, severed by clean
Precise cuts, to the last
Your vilified, taste and tolerance
Are now taken to

In the of gore
We'll set this bloody score
The grave can't us anymore
We'll in the mausoleum doors

Even than before
We enjoy this gruesome
Revealing the ghastly
The of death that you deplore

through the core
This carnage you abhor
Is the vocation we
As we drain oozing sore

Bringing revulsion to the
As the stains on the floor
Forevermore, in the name of

at nothing to indulge
An off-color sense of
We force-fed atrocities
Straight onto a platter

Serving up repast
Hard to swallow black humor
tongue in cheek
We gorge on the matter of

no headstone unturned
And no grave site
Our wayward journey six
Straight we undertake

horses tread swiftly
Through this unhallowed macabre
through
Our own nightmares while awake

Never sleeping cadavers lie
We out their sickening stories
Though lending a near and a
To the dead would make wince

No detail is
No matter how repulsive, or gory
We won't our morbid epithets
Flesh, not words, is we mince

by any other name
Would reek and fester just the
We in beating a dead corpse
In its own game

Slicing off cutting remark
That shear off protruding bones
Our barbs are quite
And our verbal sharply honed

consecrated
Wallowing in our own waste
regurgitated
And smear back in your fucking face

In the of gore
We'll set right this score
The grave can't hold us
We'll kick in the mausoleum

sicker than before
We this gruesome chore
Revealing the ghastly
The face of death you deplore

through the core
This slaughterous you abhor
Is the vocation we
As we drain another oozing

Bringing to the fore
As the vomit stains on the
Forevermore, in the name of