Luyện nghe bài hát Decapitated Saints

Black blood invades my ailing flesh,
Destroys and me down alive,
lips stinking of death,
Excommunicated of mine,
Blasphemous and eyes that bleed,
In horrible ending torments,
Waiting for my dead body looks ahead,
That be soon the end.
you to die,
That unexpectedly,
Ask why?,
It's an inevitable thing.
existing mind being in deadly fear,
Soon will be only of musty rot,
Tongue, heart and all my guts be
digested by the grubs.
No hope I must die and turn to dust,
My soul fly away to realms of dead,
Absurd resistance, I feel, takes my soul,
I'm only, all, the slave of hell.
from this grave,
Is fear in your
You to leave your flesh,
Still wait for you - saints.
died to live in everlasting world,
Where reigns death and law of hate,
lords feeding the groans,
Of souls imploring for mercy,
I'm, in the place, sin is all around,
And blood flows every clipped head,
A billion souls decay in ones own blood,
Awaiting beneficial touch of force, let 'em die!
I'm raising up above mists,
lie at feet of mine,
Wandering the sky I see Christ,
head I'm holding in my hand.
Is it possible the is the hell?
it's my own terrible dream,
Clipped sacred heads to say to me,
That's true, the sky has to fire!