Luyện nghe bài hát Maggot Hatchery

Out on the bog sits a old shack,
A graveyard out and a swamp in the back,
The creature who lives there death,
curdle your blood with the smell of her breath,
Wrapped up in and a tattered old hood,
She walks a cane made of twisted black wood,
A necromancer and caster of curses,
She enjoys putting people in hearses.
Blessed with a that can drive men insane,
A body by and a sinister brain,
Her feet can peel when they're exposed,
Gangrene and infesting her toes,
She spends all her evenings disease,
Conjuring larvae and to please,
pupae she constantly breeds,
On disinterred bodies they and feed
A larval sack she did
It into a drainage ditch
Once it carried on,
No one noticed it was gone.
in the sewer this maggot had fun,
Eating the was it's job number one,
It rodents and left them in tatters,
The of the beasts made it all the more fatter,
Bones it did crunch and then munched
The slimy sloppily lunched,
It's tubular through the sewers did squirm,
A limb-ripping, flesh-tearing, worm
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 corpse was devoured by the slug,
Rot and decay it with zeal,
As as it knew that it had a next meal
Feasting on the bloated
Stiffs enveloped foot to
Vomiting acid the crypts
To gorge on all the parts that
after tomb it slowly creeped
As we our food sources deplete
It tunneled into our space
And listened as we moshed the
Into the it escaped
casing held a human shape
A squalling lump all set to
This town has not yet seen the