Luyện nghe bài hát Hung And Bled

Trying to conceal his
The stabs the heart, stops the flow
Cleaning up the a problem
He now solves, hooks through
Hung and

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

Corpses he turning pale
All the blood into his grail
to the ceiling, dry and dead
Fluids of life have been
and bled

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

Corpses dangle, lifeless, gray and
Rotting flesh, the meat hooks lose hold
Stenching falls onto the ground
Bones and flesh a mound

Sanguinary killer not stop
Hanging dead replacing that drop
Blood, he drinks like wine, their flesh, his
In his maw red
Hung and

Oozing the butcher's victims
the concrete, putrefy
Halls of dread draped death
Ornate crimes, stalactites of flesh
Festooned innards

Gaining life, place
The stone walls
soul, it can think
A genuine living

Created by the butcher, he lost
Owner and property change their
Constantly feeding the room
He once the chamber, now it's his tomb

by their feet, drained of blood
Swallowed by death, of this place
decay, devoured by evil
Slave to this hell he creates,

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

he suspended turning pale
All the drained into his grail
Fastened to the ceiling, dry and
Fluids of life have been
and bled