Luyện nghe bài hát Buckets Of Blood

Bloody
Laughing an old man
Only lovely amongest the ruins and lands
Vision of
Skin so
Rampage with a staff wizard of old days
Blood and
Pray for a death
The sick world reborn and left in front of doorstep
the killer

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

In the blood inside (I'm through every cut)
How many buckets of blood? How buckets of blood?
In the blood inside (I'm bleeding through cut)
How many of blood? How many buckets of blood?
More blood, more death, peace in the streets
What they as they hover over me in my dreams
More blood, more death, less peace in the
What they 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 pieces I let 'em
And captions in blood inscribed behind
Refrigerators in the new temple describe the
And the video of me it to fuck up your mind
Better retreat while you can or in my axes
The evil with open of the unspeakable man
And now I own your growing
DNA has been stolen, cloned,
And frozen and inside of the Chosen
Your are nothing
run from something
That can summon you to your and end all of your suffering

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

Sick to death what's left
Of a killer on a rampage leaving a bloody
No one can stop this evil transcends
In my brain and ends in blood stains of family and your
ain't no hostages
You can die the same way all partners did

Let the sun
skin like a snake
How picture 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
coming in the form of the twins
Bringing hell to all your horrible sins
'Cause the judgmental devil wanna you bite your tongue
And push you to the point where you don't give a fuck.

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