Luyện nghe bài hát Memories of Blood

I remembering
the next day,
my nostrils
by the stench of
of dismemberment,
fantasies of
Mopping up me a
of death;
Gooey bits and
are all is left

Stench of rot: smell
Someone's or at least unwell;
little is left smells impure;
Who did I'm not sure

No conscience with
my memories of
PSI remains
where a once stood;
I its suffering with
the longevity of a
Who lasts the
is who suffered the