Luyện nghe bài hát In The Name Of Gore

Extrapolating from the
We a sordid 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 forth to mourn

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Serving up ghastly
Hard to swallow without humor
With in cheek
We gorge on the of splatter

Leaving no unturned
And no grave unmarred
Our journey six feet
Straight we undertake

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

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

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

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

Slicing off cutting remark
That could off protruding bones
Our are quite malicious
And our verbal daggers honed

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

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

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

Rotting the core
slaughterous carnage you abhor
Is the vocation we
As we drain oozing sore

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