puncture wound massacre

cannibal corpse’un vile albumunden bir parcasinin adidir.
sozleri ise

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 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
daggers in my hands are killing
this worthless pieces of shit

(bkz: wound)
(bkz: massacre)