Luyện nghe bài hát Trocar

[music - del Muerte]
- Sean McGrath]

Impacted tissue is with clots
Morbidly your gross anatomy
Perinium is sullied with pus
A mass of gelatinized forensick
Locating my trocar, the tool of my
fingers nimbly find what I need
Desiring the gavage, I optate
Into your chest intercalated as innards I bleed

tissue rips, my needle drips
Proceeding my work, I'm an insensitive jerk
Acid your stomach is disgorged with a splat
Liquid gargles in your throat
Embalming tubes occluded clumps of rotting fat
Decaying larval brine is fed until you choke

Impaled on a spike, organs are sucked
gore by the buckets is drained
Pernicious bilge is from your gut
Acidic now mangle your brain

pus
Eructating
Decorticated
I take sniff

Macerated are with a trocar dislodged
Playing host to my probe, your pelvis now
Abdominal saliva is from your anus
Lathering my needle, ignominious remains
Easing the point into delicate
with steel is sublimely enmeshed
Irrigated fluids cake the slab
in-vaginated with bromidic scabs

Pus, from your veins, is
A bloody awful mess, your corpse is
gore is sapped
Exenterated sot, your cadaver will rot

on the slab
I take another

[solo: "The Mortician's Sword" by L.d.
[solo: "Lachrimose Germentation" by S.C.

Muscles are imbued with a mix
Prepatent from your bowel make me sick
A redolent maturates in the guts
Laughing at your humor as it seeps the cuts
Ensmultified with larvae, your carcass is
Drawn and quarted in a as innards I delete
Ichor is liquesced and from veins pumped
My nocturnal vocation has my colleagues quite

in a coffin full of salt
An scent seeps from the box
Lye is applied as the is fed
Ensconced in a tomb, for you are