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 all who stand in my way
Stab another face, another throat
My intention is to them

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

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

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

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

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

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

Daggers in my are killing
worthless pieces of shit