Luyện nghe bài hát In The Name Of Gore

Extrapolating the abhorrent
We disinter a truth
Heinously plundering depths
a bumbling violent sleuth

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

canonized
We let reign unfettered
eulogized
To the last bloody
No one can do it

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

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

values 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 right this score
The grave hold us anymore
We'll kick in the mausoleum

Even sicker than
We enjoy this chore
Revealing the ghastly
The face of death that you

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

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

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

Serving up ghastly
to swallow without black humor
With tongue in
We gorge on the matter of

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

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

Never letting sleeping lie
We wring out their sickening
Though a near and a voice
To the dead would make some

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

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

Slicing off another cutting
That could shear off protruding
Our barbs are quite
And our verbal daggers sharply

consecrated
Wallowing in our own pathological
Reality
And smear back in your fucking face

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

Even sicker before
We this gruesome chore
the ghastly horror
The face of death you deplore

through the core
This slaughterous carnage you
Is the vocation we
As we another oozing sore

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