Buckets of Blood

Bloody body

Laughing like an old man

Only lovely amongst the ruins and waste lands

Vision of hell

Skin so splattered

Rampage with a staff like wizard of old days

Blood and thorns

Pray for a quick death

The sick world reborn and left in front of your doorstep

Kill the killer

Retribution

Climb aboard

See what faith's hand has in store for your brutal massacre

Better sign a death note

As the wicked man fear make a bargain for your soul

In a portrait of a serial killer living or dead

Try to muffle many screams of anguish within his head

In the blood inside (I'm bleeding through every cut)

How many buckets of blood? How many buckets of blood?

In the blood inside (I'm bleeding through every cut)

How many buckets of blood? How many buckets of blood?

More blood, more death, less peace in the streets

What they scream as they hover over me in my dreams

More blood, more death, less peace in the streets

What they scream as they hover over me in my dreams

Now I'm a psycho killer with no mask on

Personality change disorder your whole faction

Fractions of the pieces I let 'em find

And captions written in blood inscribed behind

Refrigerators in the new temple describe the climb

And the video of me doing it to fuck up your mind

Better retreat while you can or render in my axes

The evil with open hands of the unspeakable man

And now I own your evil growing

Your DNA has been stolen, cloned,

And frozen and placed inside of the Chosen

Your guns are nothing

Better run from something

That can summon you to your knees and end all of your suffering

In the blood inside (I'm bleeding through every cut)

How many buckets of blood? How many buckets of blood?

In the blood inside (I'm bleeding through every cut)

How many buckets of blood? How many buckets of blood?

More blood, more death, less peace in the streets

What they scream as they hover over me in my dreams

More blood, more death, less peace in the streets

What they scream as they hover over me in my dreams

Sick to death capture what's left

Of a killer on a rampage leaving a bloody mess

No one can stop this evil that transcends

In my brain and ends in blood stains of your family and your

Friends ain't no hostages

You can die the same way all your partners did

Let the sun break

Shed skin like a snake

How they picture me

Visions of my enemies beheading me

Fantasy, say I'm living in the clouds

Talk a lot of shit and make sure every bit of it's loud

Evil's coming in the form of the twins

Bringing hell to devour all your horrible sins

'Cause the judgmental devil wanna make you bite your tongue

And push you to the point where you truly don't give a fuck.

In the blood inside (I'm bleeding through every cut)

How many buckets of blood? How many buckets of blood?

In the blood inside (I'm bleeding through every cut)

How many buckets of blood? How many buckets of blood?

More blood, more death, less peace in the streets

What they scream as they hover over me in my dreams

More blood, more death, less peace in the streets

What they scream as they hover over me in my dreams