Luyện nghe bài hát Trocar

[music - del Muerte]
[lyrics - Sean

Impacted is riddled with clots
Morbidly studying your anatomy
Perinium is sullied with pus
A of gelatinized forensick liquidity
Locating my trocar, the of my trade
fingers nimbly find what I need
Desiring the gavage, I hastily
Into your chest intercalated as your I bleed

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

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
Decorticated
I take sniff

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

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

Decaying on the
I another stab

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

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

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