Luyện nghe bài hát A Song For The Dead

The ashen grey muse commissions a new
A song to while the long sojourn in the hearse
Yet all of us who danse macabre to these dour, dismal
cold, grim and hard as the dirt upon the tomb
In darkened dirges death's knell peals out it's
As another cadaver is consigned six feet down to its
But ere the last of dirt falls on the wall of the box
We gravely offer a salute to those to rot
So lift up your severed heads, in a for the dead
course ever runs red, so let no lyric remain unsaid
As from our mouths the melody is bled, in a symphony in red
Like rats by the piper we're led, to join in this for the dead

The humor of the gallons fails to ring true
In this dead, bleak, sick that we're hung, drawn and quartered though
As each internecine instrument its own bloody part
The of coffin nails outpaces the beating of our hearts
Symphonic orchestrated, a cleaver conducts
The execrable epiphany too late, just to reduce us to chunks
Rising up the sod heaves a gross, putrid breath
As the chorus is joined in this for the dead
So lift up your heads, in a song for the dead
Life's ever runs red, so let no lyric remain unsaid
As from our mouths the melody is bled, in a scripted in red
rats by the piper we're led, to join in this song for the dead

Truncated toccatas deranged, raked across strings and hacked
Eviscerated etudes for the de-brained, upon heartstring stretched
On the
Medicinal movements
Regurgitating oratorios
fugues and de-boned
Mutilating the melody's method and
The crepitated coda in mid-refrain
As the sheet-music is obscured by a sanguine scarlet
Shattered stave in your split-open splattered brain
The ruptured meter falters as the bow is once again
arias are screeched
The bloated thorax is
Abrading with bleach
gavage the deceased

Cleaving the
Broken notes into a mess
on ears so deaf
So it ever is in
Carbonized cantatas corrupt, out, sewing seeds of dischord and

Suppurated sonatas erupt, Purulent slicing every which way
The truncated cadence is sundered, scraps of sheet music
Unintellibly
Threnodies resonate six feet under, To where all life's melodies
Will finally
The symphonic slaughter's swells restraint
As the cacophonous cadenza splits your eardrums in twain
The repugnant pit an abattoir of death and pain
The hatchet falls in staccato until everyone is slain