Luyện nghe bài hát To Die For

[music - Andrew
[lyrics - Ross

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

Despised rottrephile, the of my infection
A gore obsessed with the extreme and obscene
In manic obesciance, I my devotion
Composing sonnets of for my ghoul fiend

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

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

Excisions and slices and cuts to their
My finesse with cutlery, she doth
Collecting a of offal, my regiment
Trophies to

Dislimbed torsos and severed
Disinterred and human chum
Though I present this sanguine
It's never and still I'm rebuked

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

Incised omentum, avulsed
Abdominal evisceration,

Mellifluent is met with ennui
My tragic reward is but death's kiss
Consciousness falters as blood flows my head
Lay me to die, nothing is better than this