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,

down the door in barbaric rage
Frantically all who stand in my way
another face, slit another throat
My intention is to them

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

Stabbing, disfigure, knives
Blood from their wounds
run deep red
Down faces of in the room

are heaping they're dying
In they were slain
in my hands are killing
This worthless piece of

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

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

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

in my hands are killing
This worthless pieces of