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 stories parlayed
For the rapt attention of my

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

Penny dreadfuls are met
Asomatous, are mere 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 other's flesh that in me is so

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

Dislimbed and severed craniums
Disinterred innards and chum
Though I this sanguine tribute
It's never enough and still I'm

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

Incised omentum, avulsed
Abdominal evisceration,

Mellifluent gore is met with
My tragic reward is but death's kiss
falters as blood flows from my head
Lay me down to die, is better than this