Luyện nghe bài hát To Die For

[music - Andrew
[lyrics - Ross

A liturgist in the of filth and gore
Augean bard of deviance
Fables I've made, stories I've parlayed
For the attention of my heinous

rottrephile, the object of my infection
A gore hound obsessed with the extreme and
In manic obesciance, I pledge my
sonnets of horror for my ghoul fiend

Penny are met apathetically
Asomatous, they are words
For a worthy offering I tangible death
The pen has proved fallible to the of the swords

For my Bathorial maiden, I'll kill and
For our victims, the proves bleak
I'll slice throats in her bloody
other's flesh that in me is so weak

Excisions and slices and to their integument
My finesse cutlery, she doth inspire
Collecting a bouquet of offal, my
to admire

Dislimbed and severed craniums
Disinterred innards and human
Though I this sanguine tribute
never enough and still I'm rebuked

A grandiose gesture, I for a petulent madamned
Gutted, my entrails will be preserved in canopic
and alcohol are meted into jars
Lacerating extremities, a fitting end to trials

omentum, avulsed intestines
Abdominal evisceration,

gore is met with ennui
My tragic reward is naught but kiss
Consciousness as blood flows from my head
Lay me down to die, nothing is better this