Luyện nghe bài hát In The Name Of Gore

Extrapolating the abhorrent
We a sordid truth
Heinously plundering depths
Like a bumbling sleuth

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

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

In detail we play out or own
scenes' coup de grace
With zeal we remove 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
cuts, each to the last
Your senses vilified, taste and
Are now to task

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

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

Rotting through the
This carnage you abhor
Is the we adore
As we another oozing sore

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

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

Serving up ghastly
Hard to swallow without humor
tongue in cheek
We gorge on the matter of

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

Dark tread swiftly
Through this unhallowed macabre
Somnambulating
Our own nightmares while fully

letting sleeping cadavers lie
We wring out their stories
Though lending a and a voice
To the dead would make some

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

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

Slicing off another cutting
That shear off protruding bones
Our barbs are quite
And our verbal sharply honed

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

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

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

Rotting through the
This slaughterous 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