Luyện nghe bài hát Misfortune

Like to the slaughter
He lures them to their
Morbid thoughts fill mind
A for tearing flesh

Friendly face, a
He traps them after
chested, pretty six year old
The that makes him drool

Lubricates his vile
tied to the bed
Rams his rod, the pelvis
Sheets stained and red

Frustration tears his apart
The in his brain, making him insane

His tool hosts, a magnitude of corpses
Torn and
Bloodied meat on the floor
From bodies and tattered

Sickened brain, repulsive
Feeble bodies torn
paints with body fluids
Disgusting art

Stark mad
Re-enacting horrid
of his mind made reality

More than flesh and can bear
uncontrolled
Feeble heartbeat away
lies still and cold