Luyện nghe bài hát Postmortem

Funeral for the depression of man
Holds the key to his own
a tomb of a corpse yet conceived
Tighten the tourniquet around your

Sifting the debris of hated life
Cold touch of death begins to chill your
life beyond your perishment
Repeating words echoing through your

Chanting lines of witchery
To save yourself from
to die is your reason to live
New life born the oppressed

Taste your as it trickles through the air
casualty beyond the shadows you fall
Losing ground, the fate you feel it near
Fatality, reality, await the call

My sinful glare at nothing holds thoughts of death it
Skeletons in my mind tearing at my sanity
Vessels in my brain carry until' my birth
and die with me forever hare insanity
Do you to die?

The of blood are rushing near, pounding at the walls of lies
Turning off my sanity, reaching back into my
Non-rising from the grave showing new reality
What I am, what I want? I'm after death