Luyện nghe bài hát Decapitated Saints

Black rotting blood my ailing flesh,
Destroys and me down alive,
Ulcerated stinking of death,
Excommunicated of mine,
words and eyes that bleed,
In horrible never torments,
Waiting for hell my dead looks ahead,
will be soon the end.
you to die,
That unexpectedly,
Ask why?,
just an inevitable thing.
Still existing being in deadly fear,
Soon will be only of musty rot,
Tongue, and all my guts shall be
digested by the grubs.
No hope I die and turn to ashen dust,
My soul 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 leave flesh,
Still for you - decapitated saints.
I've died to live in world,
Where death and holy law of hate,
Omnipotent feeding the groans,
Of turn imploring for mercy,
I'm, in the place, sin is all around,
And blood from every clipped head,
A billion souls decay in ones own blood,
beneficial touch of force, that let 'em die!
I'm raising up eternal mists,
lie at feet 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 seem to say to me,
That's true, the sky has to fire!