Luyện nghe bài hát Puncture Wound Massacre

Stab, hack, slash,
Stab, hack, slash,
Stab, hack, slash,
Stab, hack, slash,

Die, butcher of hate

Stab, hack, slash,
Stab, hack, slash,
Stab, hack, slash,
Stab, hack, slash,

Kick down the door in barbaric
Frantically slashing all who in my way
another face, slit another throat
My is to mutilate them

People are it feeds my hate
through the crowd blood is splashing on my face
I see red, rage exploding
Two knives, one mind, that hate has

Stabbing, disfigure, puncture
Blood gushing their wounds
Rivers run red
Down of people in the room

Bodies are heaping dying
In seconds they were
in my hands are killing
This worthless piece of

Hate for still drives my rage
My job is almost only one remains
In the corner terrified the grisly slaughter
I'll take my on this last scum bag

Knife in stomach, not dead yet
Carving up his body, gouge his head
Chop off his arms, out his guts
No remorse for what I done

Stabbing, disfigure, puncture
Blood gushing from their
run deep red
Down faces of in the room

Daggers in my hands are
This pieces of shit