Luyện nghe bài hát Decapitated Saints

Black rotting blood invades my flesh,
Destroys and me down alive,
Ulcerated lips of death,
Excommunicated of mine,
Blasphemous words and eyes bleed,
In horrible never torments,
Waiting for hell my body looks ahead,
That be soon the end.
you to die,
That unexpectedly,
Ask why?,
It's just an thing.
Still mind being in deadly fear,
Soon will be heap of musty rot,
Tongue, and all my guts shall be
by the necrophagic grubs.
No hope I must die and to ashen dust,
My will fly away to realms of dead,
resistance, I feel, Darkness takes my soul,
I'm only, all, the slave of hell.
Raise from grave,
Is fear in your
You have to your flesh,
Still for you - decapitated saints.
I've died to in everlasting world,
Where reigns and holy law of hate,
Omnipotent lords the groans,
Of turn souls for mercy,
I'm, in the place, sin is all around,
And blood flows every clipped head,
A billion dirty souls decay in own blood,
Awaiting touch of force, that let 'em die!
I'm raising up eternal mists,
Heavens lie at of mine,
the sky I see transformed Christ,
Whose head I'm in my hand.
Is it the heaven is the hell?
Perhaps my own terrible dream,
sacred heads seem to say to me,
That's true, the sky has to fire!