Luyện nghe bài hát Year Of The Cadaver Race

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

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

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

Nations are trampled under four legged
A pounding horde of hollow bodies in
They rear skulls and cry out
Of all who were killed, all return

Echoes of swine squeals distorting the
the loss of meat stolen from their bodies
Chewing and pissing on remains
Of all those who slain, all return

Moans and barks from the same direction
The human's no longer sit at their sides
instincts, animalistic dogma
Of all those in captivity, now in devious

Species a language of words
Known for their deeds
A call upon death, death answers
Of all those alive, not an animal - not a man

human emibration
Massive inhabitation