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,

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

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

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

Bodies are heaping dying
In they were slain
Daggers in my are killing
This piece of shit

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

Knife in stomach, not dead yet
up his body, gouge his fucking head
Chop off his arms, pull out his
No remorse for I have done

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

in my hands are killing
This worthless of shit