Luyện nghe bài hát Trocar

[music - del Muerte]
[lyrics - Sean

Impacted tissue is riddled with
Morbidly studying your gross
Perinium is with moldering pus
A mass of forensick liquidity
my trocar, the tool of my trade
Emaciated fingers find what I need
Desiring the gavage, I optate
Into your chest intercalated as your I bleed

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

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

pus
Eructating
stiff
I take sniff

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

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

on the slab
I take stab

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

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

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