Luyện nghe bài hát Decapitated Saints

Black rotting invades my ailing flesh,
Destroys and burns me alive,
Ulcerated stinking of death,
creators of mine,
Blasphemous words and that bleed,
In horrible never torments,
for hell my dead body looks ahead,
That be soon the end.
you to die,
That unexpectedly,
Ask why?,
It's an inevitable thing.
Still existing mind being in fear,
Soon be only heap of musty rot,
Tongue, heart and all my shall be
digested by the grubs.
No hope I must die and turn to 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 this grave,
Is in your eyes?
You have to your flesh,
Still for you - decapitated saints.
I've died to in everlasting world,
reigns death 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 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,
head I'm holding in my hand.
Is it the heaven is the hell?
Perhaps my own terrible dream,
Clipped sacred seem to say to me,
true, the sky has turned to fire!