Luyện nghe bài hát Puncture Wound Massacre

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

Die, butcher rage of

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

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

People are screaming it my hate
Hack through the blood is splashing on my face
I only see red, exploding
Two knives, one mind, that hate has

Stabbing, disfigure, knives
gushing from their wounds
Rivers run red
Down faces of in the room

are heaping they're dying
In seconds they were
in my hands are killing
This piece of shit

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

Knife in stomach, he's not yet
up his body, gouge his fucking head
Chop off his arms, out his guts
No remorse for what I have

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

Daggers in my are killing
worthless pieces of shit