Luyện nghe bài hát Year Of The Cadaver Race

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

Feel the hoofs - coming
Hear the growls - coming
Fallen prey now hunt their
Vengeance of the animal

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

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

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

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

Species a language of words
Known only for their
A upon death, death answers quickly
Of all those who're alive, not an - not a man

Massive emibration
death inhabitation