Luyện nghe bài hát Year Of The Cadaver Race

A black and white 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 growls - coming
prey now hunt their hunter
Vengeance of the beast

See their numbers - coming
Smell their - they're coming
Slaughtered victims now their master
Retaliation of the

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

Echoes of squeals distorting the silence
the loss of meat stolen from their bodies
Chewing and on human remains
Of all who were slain, all return

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

Species without a language of
Known only for their
A call death, death answers quickly
Of all those who're alive, not an - not a man

Massive human
Massive inhabitation