Luyện nghe bài hát Trocar

[music - del Muerte]
[lyrics - McGrath]

tissue is riddled with clots
Morbidly studying your anatomy
is sullied with moldering pus
A mass of forensick liquidity
Locating my trocar, the of my trade
fingers nimbly find what I need
Desiring the gavage, I optate
Into your intercalated as your innards I bleed

Muscle tissue rips, my needle
Proceeding with my work, I'm an insensitive
from your stomach is disgorged with a splat
Liquid offal gargles in your
Embalming tubes occluded with of rotting fat
Decaying larval brine is force fed until you

Impaled on a spike, internal are sucked
Mellifluent gore by the is drained
Pernicious bilge is pumped your gut
Acidic now mangle your brain

pus
Eructating
stiff
I take another

Macerated veins are with a trocar
Playing host to my probe, pelvis now sprays
Abdominal saliva is from your anus
Lathering my needle, ignominious remains
the point into delicate flesh
Declension with steel is enmeshed
Irrigated fluids the porcelain slab
Methodically with bromidic scabs

Pus, your veins, is tapped
A bloody awful mess, corpse is bloodless
Lancinated gore is
Exenterated sot, your withered will rot

on the slab
I take another

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

Muscles are imbued a gelatinous mix
Prepatent secretions from your bowel make me
A mephitis maturates in the guts
Laughing at your humor as it seeps from the
Ensmultified with larvae, carcass is replete
Drawn and quarted in a morgue as I delete
is liquesced and from veins gladly pumped
My nocturnal vocation has my colleagues quite

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