Текст песни Cannibal Corpse - Hung And Bled

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Trying to conceal his murders the Maniac Stabs the heart Stops the flow Cleaning up the blood's a problem he Now solves Hooks through heels Hung and bled Corpses are suspended by their feet Swaying dripping bloody piece of meat Fastened to the ceiling leaking gore Splashing down to the floor Congealing fluids fester the stench Revolting septic gruel Putrid slop Licks the surface of his dungeon A gruesome meal Rancid feast live on death Corpses dangle lifeless gray and cold Rotting flesh the meat hooks lose their Hold Stenching body falls onto the ground Bones and flesh form a mound Sanguinary killer will not stop Hanging dead replacing those that drop Blood he drinks like wine their flesh His bread in his maw dripping red Hung and bled Oozing blood the butcher's victims Soak the concrete Putrefy Halls of dread Draped with death Ornate crimes Stalactites made of flesh Festooned with innards Gaining life Sentient place, the stone walls Breathe Hungry soul It can think A genuine living hell Created by The butcher he lost control Owner and property change their roles Constantly feeding the gluttonous room He once ruled the chamber Now it's his tomb Hung by their feet Drained of blood Swallowed by death Greed of this place Bodies Decay, devoured by evil Slave to this hell He creates Undying Corpses are suspended by their feet Swaying dripping bloody piece of meat Fastened to the ceiling leaking gore Splashing down to the floor Corpses he suspended turning pale All the blood drained into his grail Fastened to the ceiling dry and dead Fluids of life have been shed Hung and bled

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