Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Rotted Flesh

Under the flesh, rot my for decayed corpses
Dead bodies exhumed, their coldness me
Endless defilement reoccurring relapses, perverse the dead
Soon I will for myself

Impending suffering,
through me nauseation
A cannibalistic necrophile the body, putrefied
Mouldering, on the rotted flesh

Cutting off the body's
from its severed necks
As I rip the in half
Human for nourishment

Coprophagia, feces of the dying
As their bowels let loose flows down
My throat injestment

of things to come, mirrored in the dead
One's my fantasy of murder
Incarnated open wounds

on skin coagulated tortured of the retched
No one cares of their appalling
wreaking, piles of rotted bodies

The bodies prepared for
Wallowing in own blood
Grinding of fingers
And toes on your meat

I immerse my implement
Into a fresh gash
Her used for my sick desires
The thirst I can't control

Many more must suffer of the dead
The chopped to bits licking up the drivel
The gore enrages me all I a new creation
My work of art bodies torn apart, liver quivering at my

Eyelids cut off to watch your own
Cutting arteries nerves exposed
Feel the of pain