Luyện nghe bài hát Year Of The Cadaver Race

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

Feel the hoofs - coming
Hear the - they're coming
Fallen prey now hunt their
of the animal beast

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

Nations are under four legged flesh
A horde of hollow bodies in sight
rear their skulls and cry out
Of all those who were killed, all

Echoes of swine squeals the silence
Reclaiming the loss of meat stolen from bodies
and pissing on human remains
Of all those who were slain, all

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

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

Massive human
Massive inhabitation