Luyện nghe bài hát Inpropagation

Insipid bellow
the atrabilious
chimney.
In the
crevet I pillage
and
for hot dry
human slag
still in the
grate.

ebullition,
bones tar, dehydrates
for my horticulture
so I may cultivate..

Your mortal dies
in rich.
In the hallowed you lie
for the taking.

Charred
as as lime,
no do I need.
flesh
used as
to and
seed.
Spreading human potash
as ash matured.
Recycling my harvest.
out your dead...
for use as manure!

Irrigating are shed.
But the ground be fed.
And no rest for the dead.

and dusting up
the contents of urns.
Every morsel glows
as in the fire.
all hope
of dispatch.
These chassis desired.

rites performed.
A coronach up the flu.
Enter my inferno.
Even in the
work to do.

The content high
the is weak.
At the graveside cry.
You're never to again.

brisket renews
the
to my seed.
bodies
are my
to use as plant feed.
Ploughing this
manure.
Seedling my harvest.
Bring out your
for the to devour.

Dry the are bled.
because the
be fed.
Still no for the dead.

I
in the grate.

to ashes.
to dust.
Diluted in
and on crops.
Charcoal, fats,
flesh and
fertilising
with furtile rot.

Incumbent.
Latent are spent.

to ashes.
to dust.
Renewing the
corpses corrupt.
scrapings,
a must.
To the hot
the are trussed.

Harvesting the
to the soil.
Rejuvenating the
my fecundate spoils...

Reaping the
to the land.
exhausted pastures
with my uncanny of hand.
Restoring the balance.
my seed.
Defalcating the
I and glean.

So I my contrite lament.
for the dead.
Their which I disturb.
Where should row upon row
of grey remembrance stones
my cash now grow.