Luyện nghe bài hát To Die For

[music - LaBarre]
[lyrics - Ross

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Incised omentum, avulsed
Abdominal evisceration,

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