Luyện nghe bài hát Hung And Bled

Trying to his murders
The maniac stabs the heart, stops the
up the blood's a problem
He now solves, hooks heels
and bled

Corpses are suspended by feet
Swaying, dripping, bloody of meat
Fastened to the ceiling gore
down to the floor

Corpses he suspended pale
All the blood drained his grail
to the ceiling, dry and dead
Fluids of have been shed
Hung and

Congealing fester the stench
septic gruel
Putrid licks the surface of his dungeon
A gruesome meal, rancid feast, on death

Corpses dangle, lifeless, and cold
Rotting flesh, the meat hooks their hold
Stenching body onto the ground
Bones and form a mound

killer will not stop
Hanging replacing those that drop
Blood, he drinks like wine, their flesh, his
In his maw red
Hung and

Oozing blood the butcher's
Soak the concrete,
Halls of draped with death
Ornate crimes, stalactites made of
with innards

Gaining life, place
The walls breathe
soul, it can think
A genuine living

Created by the butcher, he lost
Owner and property change roles
Constantly feeding the gluttonous
He ruled the chamber, now it's his tomb

by their feet, drained of blood
Swallowed by death, greed of this
decay, devoured by evil
Slave to this hell he creates,

Corpses are by their feet
Swaying, dripping, bloody piece of
Fastened to the ceiling leaking
down to the floor

Corpses he suspended pale
All the blood drained into his
to the ceiling, dry and dead
Fluids of life have shed
and bled