Luyện nghe bài hát Buckets Of Blood

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

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

In the blood (I'm bleeding through every cut)
How many buckets of blood? How many buckets of
In the inside (I'm bleeding through every cut)
How many of blood? How many buckets of blood?
More blood, death, less peace 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

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

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

Sick to death capture left
Of a killer on a rampage leaving a mess
No one can this 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 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 every bit of it's
coming in the form of the twins
Bringing hell to devour all your horrible
'Cause the judgmental devil wanna make you your tongue
And push you to the point where you don't give a fuck.

In the blood inside (I'm bleeding through 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
blood, more death, less peace in the streets
What they 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