Luyện nghe bài hát The Pick-Axe Murders

You thought it was over, it's not
I back, I brought my axe

In the shadows, alone in the
Young victims, I
You thought it was over, it's not
I came back the grave to mutilate

in the back, pick through the neck
Dead like the rest, molested and
Limbs in half, I ruptured their flesh
wounds to the head

Bone fragments to the hatchet
Knee-deep in the of the dead
separation
Sex with her severed

walking dead
Hunting victims