Luyện nghe bài hát In The Name Of Gore

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

through the layers of decay
With vicious and bitter scorn
To get at the cold, heart of the matter
Which we bring forth to

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

In grisly detail we out or own
Death coup de grace
With homicidal zeal we the curtain
That decorum draw

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

Your mollified, severed by clean
Precise cuts, each to the
senses vilified, taste and tolerance
Are now to task

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

Even than before
We enjoy this chore
the ghastly horror
The face of death you deplore

Rotting the core
This slaughterous you abhor
Is the we adore
As we drain another sore

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

at nothing to indulge
An sense of tumor
We force-fed atrocities
Straight onto a silver

Serving up repast
Hard to without black humor
With tongue in
We on the matter of splatter

Leaving no unturned
And no grave unmarred
Our wayward journey six
Straight down we

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

Never letting sleeping lie
We wring out their stories
Though lending a and a voice
To the would make some wince

No detail is
No how repulsive, vile or gory
We won't recant our epithets
Flesh, not words, is what we

Decay by any other
reek and fester just the same
We delight in beating a corpse
In its own game

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

consecrated
Wallowing in our own pathological
regurgitated
And smear right back in your fucking

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

Even sicker before
We enjoy gruesome chore
Revealing the horror
The of death that you deplore

Rotting the core
This carnage 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