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
shrieks are deafening
To the human
Of who died, all return...

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

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

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

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

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

without a language of words
Known only for deeds
A call upon death, answers quickly
Of all who're alive, not an animal - not a man

human emibration
Massive death