Luyện nghe bài hát To Die For

[music - Andrew
[lyrics - Ross

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

Despised rottrephile, the object of my
A hound obsessed with the extreme and obscene
In obesciance, I pledge my devotion
Composing sonnets of horror for my fiend

dreadfuls are met apathetically
Asomatous, are mere words
For a worthy offering I need death
The pen has proved fallible to the might of the

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

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

Dislimbed and severed craniums
innards and human chum
Though I present this sanguine
It's never enough and I'm rebuked

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

omentum, avulsed intestines
Abdominal evisceration,

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