Luyện nghe bài hát A Song For The Dead

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

The humor of the gallons never fails to ring
In this dead, bleak, sick world that we're hung, drawn and though
As each instrument plays its own bloody part
The of coffin nails outpaces the beating of our hearts
Symphonic surgery orchestrated, a cleaver
The execrable comes too late, just to reduce us to chunks
Rising up from the sod heaves a gross, putrid
As the chorus is joined in this song for the
So lift up your heads, in a song for the dead
Life's course runs red, so let no lyric remain unsaid
As from our the melody is bled, in a symphony scripted in red
Like rats by the piper we're led, to join in this for the dead

toccatas deranged, raked across barbed strings and hacked
Eviscerated etudes for the de-brained, upon heartstring stretched
On the
movements decomposed
Regurgitating obscene
Forensic fugues and
Mutilating the melody's and means
The crepitated coda in mid-refrain
As the sheet-music is obscured by a scarlet stain
Shattered lodged in your split-open splattered brain
The ruptured meter falters as the bow is fretted once
arias are screeched
The bloated thorax is
Abrading viscera bleach
Grotesquely the deceased

Cleaving the
Broken notes bleed into a
Falling on ears so
So it ever is in
Carbonized cantatas corrupt, ringing out, sewing of dischord and

Suppurated sonatas erupt, pizzicatos slicing every which way
The truncated is sundered, Bloody scraps of sheet music
scrawled
Threnodies resonate six feet under, To all life's fractured melodies
finally resolve
The symphonic slaughter's without restraint
As the cacophonous cadenza your eardrums clean in twain
The orchestra pit an abattoir of death and pain
The hatchet falls in staccato until everyone is slain