Luyện nghe bài hát In The Name Of Gore

Extrapolating the abhorrent
We a sordid truth
Heinously plundering depths
Like a bumbling violent

Tearing through the of decay
vicious rancor and bitter scorn
To get at the cold, heart of the matter
Which we forth to mourn

Carnage
We let death reign
Derangement
To the last bloody
No one can do it

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

Retrograding your morality in our
Dead world, it had no
Desecrating sense of dignity
But of course in the end, all a matter of distaste

Your values mollified, severed by
cuts, each to the last
Your senses vilified, and tolerance
Are now to task

In the name of
We'll set right this bloody
The can't hold us anymore
We'll kick in the mausoleum

Even than before
We enjoy gruesome chore
Revealing the ghastly
The face of that you deplore

Rotting the core
This carnage you abhor
Is the vocation we
As we another oozing sore

Bringing revulsion to the
As the vomit stains on the
Forevermore, in the of gore

Stopping at to indulge
An off-color sense of
We force-fed atrocities
Straight a silver platter

up ghastly repast
Hard to swallow black humor
tongue in cheek
We gorge on the of splatter

Leaving no unturned
And no site unmarred
Our wayward six feet
down we undertake

Dark horses swiftly
Through this unhallowed dance
Somnambulating
Our own nightmares fully awake

letting sleeping cadavers lie
We wring out their sickening
lending a near and a voice
To the dead would some wince

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

by any other name
Would reek and just the same
We delight in beating a corpse
In its own malignant

off another cutting remark
That could off protruding bones
Our barbs are malicious
And our verbal daggers sharply

Decay
Wallowing in our own waste
Reality
And smear right in your fucking face

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

Even sicker before
We this gruesome chore
Revealing the horror
The face of death that you

Rotting through the
This slaughterous you abhor
Is the we adore
As we another oozing sore

revulsion to the fore
As the vomit on the floor
Forevermore, in the name of