Luyện nghe bài hát Maggot Hatchery

Out on the bog sits a old shack,
A graveyard out front and a in the back,
The creature who there personifies death,
She'll curdle your blood the smell of her breath,
Wrapped up in and a tattered old hood,
She walks with a cane made of twisted wood,
A feared and caster of curses,
She really enjoys people in hearses.
Blessed with a face that can men insane,
A body by joke and a brain,
Her feet can peel when they're exposed,
and fungus infesting her toes,
She all her evenings creating disease,
larvae and maggots to please,
Enormous pupae she breeds,
On disinterred bodies suckle and feed
A larval she did dismiss
It crawled into a ditch
Once it carried on,
No one that it was gone.
Down in the sewer maggot had fun,
Eating the rats was it's job one,
It terrorized and left them in tatters,
The flesh of the made it all the more fatter,
Bones it did and then cartilege munched
The slimy sloppily lunched,
It's tubular mass through the did squirm,
A limb-ripping, flesh-tearing, many-toothed
With palpitating in gelatinous mounds,
It made it's way through Creepsylvania's
Seeking the filth by it was sustained,
The Swamp Hag had this maggot very trained
Finding a coffin was plentifully plugged,
The was devoured by the glistening slug,
Rot and decay it with zeal,
As long as it knew it had a next meal
on the bloated dead
Stiffs enveloped foot to
Vomiting into the crypts
To on all the parts that dripped
Tomb after tomb it slowly
As we watched our food sources
It into our practice space
And as we moshed the place
Into the sewer it
It's held a human shape
A lump all set to burst
This town has not yet the worst