Luyện nghe bài hát Decapitated Saints

Black rotting blood invades my flesh,
Destroys and me down alive,
lips stinking of death,
Excommunicated of mine,
Blasphemous words and eyes bleed,
In never ending torments,
Waiting for hell my dead body ahead,
will be soon the end.
you to die,
That unexpectedly,
Ask why?,
just an inevitable thing.
Still mind being in deadly fear,
Soon will be only of musty rot,
Tongue, heart and all my shall be
digested by the grubs.
No I must die and turn to ashen dust,
My soul will fly away to of dead,
resistance, I feel, Darkness takes my soul,
I'm only, all, the slave of hell.
Raise from grave,
Is in your eyes?
You to leave 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 decay in ones own blood,
Awaiting beneficial of force, that let 'em die!
I'm raising up eternal mists,
Heavens lie at of mine,
Wandering the sky I see Christ,
Whose head I'm in my hand.
Is it the heaven is the hell?
Perhaps my own terrible dream,
Clipped sacred heads to say to me,
true, the sky has turned to fire!