Luyện nghe bài hát In The Name Of Gore

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

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

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

In grisly detail we out or own
Death scenes' coup de
With homicidal zeal we remove the
That decorum would

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

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

In the name of
We'll set right this bloody
The grave hold us anymore
We'll in the mausoleum doors

Even than before
We enjoy this chore
Revealing the horror
The face of that you deplore

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

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

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

Serving up repast
Hard to swallow without black
With tongue in
We gorge on the matter of

no headstone unturned
And no grave unmarred
Our wayward six feet
Straight we undertake

Dark horses tread
Through unhallowed dance macabre
Somnambulating
Our own while fully 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 how repulsive, vile or gory
We won't our morbid epithets
Flesh, not words, is we mince

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

Slicing off another remark
That could off protruding bones
Our barbs are malicious
And our verbal daggers honed

Decay
in our own pathological waste
Reality
And smear right back in your face

In the name of
We'll set right bloody score
The grave hold us anymore
We'll kick in the mausoleum

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

Rotting through the
This carnage you abhor
Is the vocation we
As we drain another sore

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