Luyện nghe bài hát Buckets Of Blood

Bloody
like an old man
Only lovely amongest the and waste lands
Vision of
so splattered
Rampage a staff like wizard of old days
Blood and
Pray for a death
The world reborn and left in front of your doorstep
Kill the

Climb
See what faith's hand has in for your brutal massacre
Better a death note
As the man fear make a bargain for your soul
In a portrait of a killer living or dead
Try to muffle many screams of 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 buckets of blood? How many buckets of blood?
More blood, death, less peace in the streets
What they scream as they 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 psycho killer with no on
Personality change your whole faction
Fractions of the pieces I let 'em
And captions in blood inscribed behind
in the new temple describe the climb
And the of me doing it to fuck up your mind
Better retreat while you can or render in my
The evil open hands of the unspeakable man
And now I own evil growing
DNA has been stolen, cloned,
And frozen and inside of the Chosen
Your guns are
Better run something
That can summon you to your and end all of your suffering

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

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

Let the sun
skin like a snake
How picture me
Visions of my beheading me
Fantasy, say I'm in the clouds
Talk a lot of shit and make sure every bit of loud
coming in the form of the twins
Bringing hell to all your horrible sins
'Cause the judgmental wanna make you bite your tongue
And push you to the point where you truly don't a fuck.

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