Luyện nghe bài hát Year Of The Cadaver Race

A black and white moving of wings in the sky
A of vultures approach while blotting out the sun
Their shrieks are
To the ears
Of who died, all return...

Feel the hoofs - they're
the growls - they're coming
Fallen prey now hunt hunter
Vengeance of the animal

See their numbers - they're
their stench - they're coming
Slaughtered victims now their master
of the beast

Nations are trampled under four flesh
A pounding horde of hollow bodies in
They their skulls and cry out
Of all those who killed, all return

Echoes of swine distorting the silence
Reclaiming the loss of meat from their bodies
Chewing and on human remains
Of all those who slain, all return

Moans and barks coming the same direction
The human's pets no longer sit at sides
Primitive instincts, dogma
Of all those in captivity, now in activity

Species without a language of
Known for their deeds
A upon death, death answers quickly
Of all those alive, not an animal - not a man

human emibration
Massive inhabitation