Luyện nghe bài hát Buckets Of Blood

Bloody
like an old man
Only lovely amongest the and waste lands
Vision of
so splattered
Rampage with a staff wizard of old days
Blood and
Pray for a death
The sick world reborn and in front of your doorstep
the killer

Climb
See what faith's hand has in store for brutal massacre
Better sign a death
As the wicked man fear make a for your soul
In a portrait of a serial killer or dead
Try to muffle many of anguish within his head

In the blood (I'm bleeding through every cut)
How many buckets of blood? How many buckets of
In the blood inside (I'm bleeding through cut)
How many of blood? How many buckets of blood?
More blood, more death, less peace in the
What scream as they hover over me in my dreams
blood, more death, less peace in the streets
What they scream as hover over me in my dreams

Now I'm a psycho with no mask on
Personality change disorder your faction
Fractions of the I let 'em find
And captions written in blood behind
Refrigerators in the new describe the climb
And the video of me doing it to up your mind
Better while you can or render in my axes
The with open hands of the unspeakable man
And now I own your growing
Your DNA has stolen, cloned,
And frozen and placed inside of the
Your guns are
Better run from
can summon you to your knees and end all of your suffering

In the inside (I'm bleeding through every cut)
How many buckets of blood? How many of blood?
In the blood inside (I'm bleeding through cut)
How buckets of blood? How many buckets of blood?
blood, more death, less peace in the streets
What they scream as they over me in my dreams
More blood, more death, peace in the streets
What they scream as hover over me in my dreams

Sick to death capture what's
Of a on a rampage leaving a bloody mess
No one can stop this evil transcends
In my brain and ends in blood stains of your family and
Friends ain't no
You can die the way all your partners did

Let the sun
skin like a snake
How they me
Visions of my enemies me
Fantasy, say I'm in the clouds
Talk a lot of and make sure every bit of it's loud
Evil's coming in the form of the
Bringing hell to all your horrible sins
'Cause the devil wanna make you bite your tongue
And you to the point where you truly don't give a fuck.

In the inside (I'm bleeding through every cut)
How many of blood? How many buckets of blood?
In the inside (I'm bleeding through every cut)
How buckets of blood? How many buckets of blood?
More blood, more death, less peace in the
What they scream as hover over me in my dreams
More blood, more death, peace in the streets
What they scream as they over me in my dreams