Luyện nghe bài hát To Die For

[music - Andrew
- Ross Sewage]

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

Despised rottrephile, the object of my
A gore hound obsessed the extreme and obscene
In obesciance, I pledge my devotion
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 fallible to the might of the swords

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

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

Dislimbed and severed craniums
Disinterred innards and human
I present this sanguine tribute
It's enough and still I'm rebuked

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

Incised omentum, avulsed
evisceration, self-dissection

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