Luyện nghe bài hát Buckets Of Blood

Bloody
like an old man
Only lovely amongest the ruins and waste
Vision of
so splattered
Rampage with a staff wizard of old days
and thorns
Pray for a death
The sick world reborn and left in of your doorstep
Kill the

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

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

Now I'm a psycho killer no mask on
Personality disorder your whole faction
Fractions of the I let 'em find
And captions written in blood behind
Refrigerators in the new temple describe the
And the video of me doing it to fuck up your
retreat while you can or render in my axes
The evil with hands of the unspeakable man
And now I own your evil
DNA has been stolen, cloned,
And and placed inside of the Chosen
guns are nothing
Better run something
That can summon you to knees and end all of your suffering

In the blood (I'm bleeding through every cut)
How many buckets of blood? How buckets of blood?
In the inside (I'm bleeding through every cut)
How many buckets of blood? How many of blood?
More blood, more death, less in the streets
What they scream as they hover over me in my
More blood, death, less peace in the streets
What they as they 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 that transcends
In my brain and ends in stains of your family and your
Friends ain't no
You can die the way all your partners did

Let the sun
Shed like a snake
How they me
Visions of my beheading me
Fantasy, say I'm living in the
Talk a lot of shit and make sure bit of it's loud
coming in the form of the twins
Bringing hell to devour all your sins
the judgmental devil wanna make you bite your tongue
And you to the point where you truly don't give a fuck.

In the blood inside (I'm 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 scream as they hover over me in my dreams
More blood, death, less peace in the streets
What scream as they hover over me in my dreams