Song | Puncture Wound Massacre |
Artist | Cannibal Corpse |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Fisher, Mazurkiewicz ... | |
Stab, hack, slash, kill | |
Stab, hack, slash, kill | |
Stab, hack, slash, kill | |
Stab, hack, slash, kill | |
Die, butcher rage of hate | |
Stab, hack, slash, kill | |
Stab, hack, slash, kill | |
Stab, hack, slash, kill | |
Stab, hack, slash, kill | |
Kick down the door in barbaric rage | |
Frantically slashing all who stand in my way | |
Stab another face, slit another throat | |
My intention is to mutilate them | |
People are screaming it feeds my hate | |
Hack through the crowd blood is splashing on my face | |
I only see red, rage exploding | |
Two knives, one mind, that hate has broken | |
Stabbing, disfigure, knives puncture | |
Blood gushing from their wounds | |
Rivers run deep red | |
Down faces of people in the room | |
Bodies are heaping they're dying | |
In seconds they were slain | |
Daggers in my hands are killing | |
This worthless piece of shit | |
Hate for them still drives my rage | |
My job is almost finished only one remains | |
In the corner terrified behind the grisly slaughter | |
I'll take my time on this last scum bag | |
Knife in stomach, he's not dead yet | |
Carving up his body, gouge his ****ing head | |
Chop off his arms, pull out his guts | |
No remorse for what | |
I have done | |
Stabbing, disfigure, knives puncture | |
Blood gushing from their wounds | |
Rivers run deep red | |
Down faces of people in the room | |
Daggers in my hands are killing | |
This worthless pieces of shit |
zuo ci : Fisher, Mazurkiewicz ... | |
Stab, hack, slash, kill | |
Stab, hack, slash, kill | |
Stab, hack, slash, kill | |
Stab, hack, slash, kill | |
Die, butcher rage of hate | |
Stab, hack, slash, kill | |
Stab, hack, slash, kill | |
Stab, hack, slash, kill | |
Stab, hack, slash, kill | |
Kick down the door in barbaric rage | |
Frantically slashing all who stand in my way | |
Stab another face, slit another throat | |
My intention is to mutilate them | |
People are screaming it feeds my hate | |
Hack through the crowd blood is splashing on my face | |
I only see red, rage exploding | |
Two knives, one mind, that hate has broken | |
Stabbing, disfigure, knives puncture | |
Blood gushing from their wounds | |
Rivers run deep red | |
Down faces of people in the room | |
Bodies are heaping they' re dying | |
In seconds they were slain | |
Daggers in my hands are killing | |
This worthless piece of shit | |
Hate for them still drives my rage | |
My job is almost finished only one remains | |
In the corner terrified behind the grisly slaughter | |
I' ll take my time on this last scum bag | |
Knife in stomach, he' s not dead yet | |
Carving up his body, gouge his ing head | |
Chop off his arms, pull out his guts | |
No remorse for what | |
I have done | |
Stabbing, disfigure, knives puncture | |
Blood gushing from their wounds | |
Rivers run deep red | |
Down faces of people in the room | |
Daggers in my hands are killing | |
This worthless pieces of shit |
zuò cí : Fisher, Mazurkiewicz ... | |
Stab, hack, slash, kill | |
Stab, hack, slash, kill | |
Stab, hack, slash, kill | |
Stab, hack, slash, kill | |
Die, butcher rage of hate | |
Stab, hack, slash, kill | |
Stab, hack, slash, kill | |
Stab, hack, slash, kill | |
Stab, hack, slash, kill | |
Kick down the door in barbaric rage | |
Frantically slashing all who stand in my way | |
Stab another face, slit another throat | |
My intention is to mutilate them | |
People are screaming it feeds my hate | |
Hack through the crowd blood is splashing on my face | |
I only see red, rage exploding | |
Two knives, one mind, that hate has broken | |
Stabbing, disfigure, knives puncture | |
Blood gushing from their wounds | |
Rivers run deep red | |
Down faces of people in the room | |
Bodies are heaping they' re dying | |
In seconds they were slain | |
Daggers in my hands are killing | |
This worthless piece of shit | |
Hate for them still drives my rage | |
My job is almost finished only one remains | |
In the corner terrified behind the grisly slaughter | |
I' ll take my time on this last scum bag | |
Knife in stomach, he' s not dead yet | |
Carving up his body, gouge his ing head | |
Chop off his arms, pull out his guts | |
No remorse for what | |
I have done | |
Stabbing, disfigure, knives puncture | |
Blood gushing from their wounds | |
Rivers run deep red | |
Down faces of people in the room | |
Daggers in my hands are killing | |
This worthless pieces of shit |