Luyện nghe bài hát Buckets Of Blood

Bloody
Laughing an old man
Only lovely amongest the and waste lands
of hell
Skin so
with a staff like wizard of old days
Blood and
Pray for a death
The sick reborn and left in front of your doorstep
Kill the

Climb
See what faith's hand has in for your brutal massacre
Better sign a death
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 his head

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

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

In the blood (I'm bleeding through every cut)
How buckets of blood? How many buckets of blood?
In the blood inside (I'm bleeding every cut)
How many of blood? How many buckets of blood?
More blood, death, less peace in the streets
What they scream as they hover me in my dreams
More blood, death, less peace 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 leaving a mess
No one can stop evil that transcends
In my brain and ends in blood of your family and your
ain't no hostages
You can die the same way all partners did

Let the sun
Shed skin like a
How they me
of my enemies beheading me
Fantasy, say I'm living in the
Talk a lot of shit and make every bit of it's loud
Evil's coming in the form of the
hell to devour all your horrible sins
'Cause the 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 bleeding every cut)
How many buckets of blood? How buckets of blood?
In the blood inside (I'm through every cut)
How many buckets of blood? How many of blood?
blood, more death, less peace in the streets
What they scream as they hover me in my dreams
More blood, more death, less in the streets
What they scream as hover over me in my dreams