Luyện nghe bài hát Buckets Of Blood

Bloody
like an old man
Only lovely amongest the and waste lands
of hell
Skin so
Rampage with a staff like wizard of old
Blood and
Pray for a quick
The sick world reborn and left in front of doorstep
the killer

Climb
See what faith's hand has in store for brutal massacre
sign a death note
As the man fear make a bargain for your soul
In a portrait of a killer living or dead
Try to many screams 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 buckets of blood? How buckets of blood?
More blood, more death, less in the streets
What they scream as hover over me in my dreams
blood, more death, less peace in the streets
What they scream as they hover over me in my

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

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

Sick to death capture what's
Of a killer on a rampage a bloody mess
No one can stop this evil that
In my brain and ends in stains of your family and your
Friends ain't no
You can die the same way all your did

Let the sun
Shed like a snake
How picture me
of my enemies beheading me
Fantasy, say I'm living in the
a lot of shit and make sure every bit of it's loud
Evil's coming in the form of the
hell to devour all your horrible sins
'Cause the judgmental devil wanna make you your tongue
And push you to the point where you truly give a fuck.

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