Luyện nghe bài hát Decapitated Saints

Black rotting invades my ailing flesh,
Destroys and burns me alive,
Ulcerated stinking of death,
Excommunicated of mine,
Blasphemous and eyes that bleed,
In never ending torments,
for hell my dead body looks ahead,
That will be the end.
you to die,
That unexpectedly,
Ask why?,
It's an inevitable thing.
Still existing mind being in fear,
Soon will be heap of musty rot,
Tongue, and all my guts shall be
digested by the grubs.
No hope I must die and to ashen dust,
My soul fly away to realms of dead,
Absurd resistance, I feel, Darkness my soul,
I'm only, after all, the of hell.
from this grave,
Is fear in eyes?
You have to leave flesh,
wait for you - decapitated saints.
I've to live in everlasting world,
reigns death and holy law of hate,
Omnipotent lords the groans,
Of souls imploring for mercy,
I'm, in the place, sin is all around,
And blood flows every clipped head,
A billion souls decay in ones own blood,
Awaiting beneficial 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 the heaven is the hell?
Perhaps my own terrible dream,
sacred heads seem to say to me,
That's true, the sky has to fire!