Luyện nghe bài hát Decapitated Saints

Black rotting blood my ailing flesh,
and burns me down alive,
Ulcerated lips of death,
Excommunicated of mine,
Blasphemous and eyes that bleed,
In never ending torments,
Waiting for hell my dead body ahead,
That be soon the end.
you to die,
That unexpectedly,
Ask why?,
just an inevitable thing.
Still existing mind being in fear,
Soon be only heap of musty rot,
Tongue, heart and all my guts be
digested by the grubs.
No hope I die and turn to ashen dust,
My soul will fly away to of dead,
Absurd resistance, I feel, Darkness my soul,
I'm only, after all, the of hell.
from this grave,
Is in your eyes?
You have to leave flesh,
wait 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 flows every clipped head,
A billion dirty decay in ones own blood,
beneficial touch of force, that let 'em die!
I'm raising up above mists,
Heavens lie at of mine,
Wandering the sky I see Christ,
Whose I'm holding in my hand.
Is it possible the heaven is the
Perhaps my own terrible dream,
Clipped sacred seem to say to me,
That's true, the sky has to fire!