Luyện nghe bài hát In The Name Of Gore

Extrapolating the abhorrent
We disinter a truth
Heinously death's depths
a bumbling violent sleuth

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

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

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

your morality in our sick
Dead world, it had no
Desecrating your 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 taken to

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

Even sicker before
We enjoy this chore
the ghastly horror
The face of that you deplore

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

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

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

up ghastly repast
Hard to swallow without black
With in cheek
We gorge on the matter of

no headstone unturned
And no grave unmarred
Our journey six feet
down we undertake

Dark horses tread
Through this dance macabre
Somnambulating
Our own nightmares while awake

Never sleeping cadavers lie
We wring out their stories
Though lending a and a voice
To the would make some wince

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

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

Slicing off another remark
That shear off protruding bones
Our are quite malicious
And our verbal daggers sharply

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

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

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

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

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