Luyện nghe bài hát Pyosified (still Rotten To The Gore)

The scirrhus begins to harden
As the insides fall to putrefaction
Rotting tissue turns to and pulp
As your is torn by encephalitis
Your rot with ulcers
infected inflammations torn
Your gizzards by incursive decay
You're rotten to the gore...
Juices digested from each pore
Insatiable hunger as I feast on the
gives me greater pleasure
Than a bowlful of
Maggot infested
Are what I every time
The smell of plaguing
Is nauseatingly
Prolonged of stale pus
like hot, putrid vomit
Your body is
The are black as tar
innards gnawed by septic hate
Now a mass of
Your blood is
Dried and
Your bloody gore
Is now