Luyện nghe bài hát To Die For

[music - Andrew
- Ross Sewage]

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

Despised rottrephile, the of my infection
A gore hound with the extreme and obscene
In manic obesciance, I pledge my
Composing of horror for my ghoul fiend

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

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

Excisions and and cuts to their integument
My finesse with cutlery, she inspire
Collecting a of offal, my regiment
to admire

Dislimbed torsos and craniums
Disinterred and human chum
Though I present sanguine tribute
It's enough and still I'm rebuked

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

Incised omentum, intestines
evisceration, self-dissection

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