Текст и слова песни Cannibal Corpse – Puncture Wound Massacre
(lyrics by Webster, Mazurkiewicz and Fisher)
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 ,y 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 re-
Mains. 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 fucking 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. Bodies are heaping, they're
Dying. In
Seconds they
Were slain. Daggers in my hands are killing this worthless piece of
Shit.
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 ,y 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 re-
Mains. 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 fucking 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. Bodies are heaping, they're
Dying. In
Seconds they
Were slain. Daggers in my hands are killing this worthless piece of
Shit.
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