Luyện nghe bài hát Night Soil

music - del Muerte
lyrics - Ross

A new coproph-age, by pedung I am
Inhaling the flatulence which I am rife
Soon to be undone by my own
The first day of the rest of my

in refuse and imbibing the cess
Overwhelmed by sewage and excess
Nostrils rebuked by an olfactory
Alveoli and ordure gestalt

Uvula encrusted night-soil
Crepitous
stool, exhausted by the toil
Trachea burdened occidentals
To the brim with
My sphincter has proven wholly

A new coproph-age, by I am plagued
Inhaling the flatulence which I am rife
I find I am by my own dung
The last day of the of my life

Unable to endure and manure
Trapped in this
Can longer my bowel remnants
is full of shit

(solo: "My Bowl Over..." by L.d. Muerte)

Drowning in sludge
Receiving my just in rectal fudge
Serendipitously to the vast amounts of bung
The turds on the tip of my

slither down my oesophageal tract
Left in extremis, I'm resigned to the
Offspring of my arse, bloody shites
Inhumed in my own dreck, a human