Luyện nghe bài hát To Die For

[music - Andrew
- Ross Sewage]

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

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

Penny dreadfuls are met
Asomatous, they are mere
For a worthy offering I tangible death
The pen has proved fallible to the of the swords

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

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

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

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

Incised omentum, avulsed
evisceration, self-dissection

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