Luyện nghe bài hát Trocar

[music - del Muerte]
[lyrics - Sean

tissue is riddled with clots
Morbidly studying your gross
Perinium is sullied with pus
A mass of forensick liquidity
Locating my trocar, the of my trade
Emaciated fingers nimbly find I need
the gavage, I hastily optate
Into your chest intercalated as innards I bleed

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

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

pus
Eructating
Decorticated
I take another

Macerated veins are with a dislodged
Playing host to my probe, your pelvis now
Abdominal saliva is splattered from your
Lathering my needle, your ignominious
Easing the point delicate flesh
Declension with is sublimely enmeshed
Irrigated fluids the porcelain slab
Methodically in-vaginated with bromidic

Pus, your veins, is tapped
A bloody mess, your corpse is bloodless
gore is sapped
Exenterated sot, your withered 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
Prepatent from your bowel make me sick
A mephitis maturates in the guts
Laughing at your humor as it seeps from the
Ensmultified with larvae, your carcass is
Drawn and quarted in a morgue as I delete
Ichor is and from veins gladly pumped
My nocturnal vocation has my quite stumped

Packed in a full of salt
An acrid seeps from the box
Lye is applied as the is fed
in a tomb, for you are quite