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
Blood and
for a quick death
The sick world reborn and in front of your doorstep
the killer

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

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

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

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

Sick to death capture left
Of a killer on a rampage leaving a bloody
No one can stop this evil transcends
In my brain and ends in stains of your family and your
Friends no hostages
You can die the same way all your did

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

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