Luyện nghe bài hát To Die For

[music - Andrew
- Ross Sewage]

A liturgist in the realm of and gore
bard of sculapian deviance
Fables I've made, sick stories parlayed
For the rapt attention of my

Despised rottrephile, the object of my
A gore hound obsessed with the and obscene
In manic obesciance, I my devotion
sonnets of horror for my ghoul fiend

Penny are met apathetically
Asomatous, they are mere
For a offering I need tangible death
The pen has proved to the might of the swords

For my Bathorial maiden, kill and maim
For our victims, the future bleak
I'll slice throats in her name
Rending other's flesh in me is so weak

Excisions and and cuts to their integument
My with cutlery, she doth inspire
a bouquet of offal, my regiment
Trophies to

torsos and severed craniums
Disinterred innards and chum
I present this sanguine tribute
It's enough and still I'm rebuked

A gesture, I require for a petulent madamned
Gutted, my entrails will be preserved in vials
Formaldehyde and alcohol are meted into
Lacerating extremities, a end to these trials

Incised omentum, avulsed
Abdominal evisceration,

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