Luyện nghe bài hát In The Name Of Gore

Extrapolating from the
We a sordid truth
plundering death's depths
Like a violent sleuth

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

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

In detail we play out or own
Death coup de grace
With homicidal zeal we remove the
decorum would draw

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Leaving no unturned
And no grave site
Our wayward six feet
Straight we undertake

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

Never letting cadavers lie
We wring out sickening stories
lending a near and a voice
To the dead would some wince

No detail is
No matter how repulsive, vile or
We won't recant our morbid
Flesh, not words, is we mince

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

Slicing off cutting remark
That could off protruding bones
Our barbs are malicious
And our daggers sharply honed

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

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

Even sicker than
We enjoy this gruesome
Revealing the horror
The of death that you deplore

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

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