Luyện nghe bài hát Decapitated Saints

Black blood invades my ailing flesh,
and burns me down alive,
Ulcerated stinking of death,
creators of mine,
Blasphemous words and that bleed,
In never ending torments,
Waiting for hell my body looks ahead,
will 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 guts be
digested by the grubs.
No hope I must die and to ashen dust,
My will fly away to realms of dead,
resistance, I feel, Darkness takes my soul,
I'm only, after all, the of hell.
Raise from grave,
Is fear in eyes?
You have to your flesh,
Still for you - decapitated saints.
I've died to in everlasting world,
Where reigns death and law of hate,
Omnipotent lords the groans,
Of turn imploring for mercy,
I'm, in the place, sin is all around,
And flows from every clipped head,
A billion dirty souls in ones own blood,
Awaiting beneficial touch of force, let 'em die!
I'm raising up above mists,
Heavens lie at of mine,
Wandering the sky I see Christ,
Whose head I'm in my hand.
Is it possible the is the hell?
Perhaps my own terrible dream,
Clipped sacred seem to say to me,
true, the sky has turned to fire!