Luyện nghe bài hát Hung And Bled

Trying to conceal his
The stabs the heart, stops the flow
Cleaning up the blood's a
He now solves, hooks through
and bled

Corpses are suspended by their
Swaying, dripping, bloody piece of
Fastened to the leaking gore
Splashing to the floor

Corpses he turning pale
All the blood drained into his
to the ceiling, dry and dead
Fluids of life been shed
Hung and

Congealing fluids the stench
septic gruel
Putrid licks the surface of his dungeon
A meal, rancid feast, live on death

Corpses dangle, lifeless, and cold
Rotting flesh, the hooks lose their hold
Stenching body falls the ground
and flesh form a mound

Sanguinary killer will not
dead replacing those that drop
Blood, he drinks like wine, their flesh, his
In his maw red
and bled

Oozing blood the victims
Soak the concrete,
Halls of dread draped with
Ornate crimes, made of flesh
Festooned innards

Gaining life, sentient
The stone breathe
Hungry soul, it can
A genuine hell

Created by the butcher, he lost
Owner and property their roles
Constantly feeding the room
He once ruled the chamber, now his tomb

Hung by their feet, of blood
Swallowed by death, greed of place
Bodies decay, by evil
to this hell he creates, undying

Corpses are by their feet
Swaying, dripping, bloody piece of
to the ceiling leaking gore
Splashing down to the

he suspended turning pale
All the blood drained into his
to the ceiling, dry and dead
Fluids of life have shed
and bled