Luyện nghe bài hát Buckets Of Blood

Bloody
like an old man
Only lovely the ruins and waste lands
of hell
Skin so
with a staff like wizard of old days
Blood and
for a quick death
The world reborn and left in front of your doorstep
the killer

Climb
See what faith's hand has in for your brutal massacre
Better sign a note
As the wicked man fear make a bargain for soul
In a portrait of a killer living or dead
Try to muffle many screams of anguish within his

In the blood inside (I'm bleeding every cut)
How many buckets of blood? How buckets of blood?
In the blood (I'm bleeding through every cut)
How many buckets of blood? How many of blood?
More blood, death, less peace in the streets
What they as they hover over me in my dreams
More blood, more death, less peace in the
What they scream as they over me in my dreams

Now I'm a psycho killer no mask on
Personality change disorder your faction
Fractions of the pieces I let 'em
And captions written in inscribed behind
Refrigerators in the new temple describe the
And the video of me doing it to fuck up mind
retreat while you can or render in my axes
The evil open hands of the unspeakable man
And now I own your growing
DNA has been stolen, cloned,
And and placed inside of the Chosen
Your guns are
Better run from
That can you to your knees and end all of your suffering

In the inside (I'm bleeding through every cut)
How many buckets of How many buckets of blood?
In the blood inside (I'm through every cut)
How many buckets of blood? How buckets of blood?
More blood, more death, peace in the streets
What they scream as they hover over me in my
More blood, more death, peace in the streets
What they scream as hover over me in my dreams

Sick to death what's left
Of a on a rampage leaving a bloody mess
No one can stop this evil that
In my brain and ends in blood stains of your and your
Friends no hostages
You can die the same way all partners did

Let the sun
Shed like a snake
How picture me
Visions of my enemies me
Fantasy, say I'm in the clouds
Talk a lot of shit and sure every bit of it's loud
Evil's coming in the of the twins
hell to devour all your horrible sins
'Cause the judgmental devil wanna make you bite your
And you to the point where you truly don't give a fuck.

In the blood (I'm bleeding through every cut)
How many of blood? How many buckets of blood?
In the inside (I'm bleeding through every cut)
How many buckets of blood? How many buckets of
More blood, more death, less in the streets
What they as they hover over me in my dreams
blood, more death, less peace in the streets
What they scream as they over me in my dreams