Luyện nghe bài hát In The Name Of Gore

Extrapolating from the
We a sordid truth
Heinously death's depths
a bumbling violent sleuth

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

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

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

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

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

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

Even sicker before
We this gruesome chore
Revealing the ghastly
The face of death that you

Rotting the core
This slaughterous carnage you
Is the vocation we
As we drain another oozing

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

Stopping at nothing to
An sense of tumor
We force-fed atrocities
Straight onto a silver

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

Leaving no unturned
And no grave site
Our wayward journey six
down we undertake

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

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

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

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

off another cutting remark
That could shear off protruding
Our barbs are malicious
And our verbal daggers sharply

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

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

sicker than before
We this gruesome chore
Revealing the ghastly
The face of death that you

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

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