Luyện nghe bài hát Decapitated Saints

Black rotting invades my ailing flesh,
Destroys and burns me alive,
Ulcerated lips of death,
creators of mine,
Blasphemous words and eyes bleed,
In horrible ending torments,
Waiting for hell my body looks ahead,
will be soon the end.
you to die,
That unexpectedly,
Ask why?,
It's just an thing.
Still existing mind in deadly fear,
Soon will be heap of musty rot,
Tongue, heart and all my shall be
by the necrophagic grubs.
No hope I die and turn to ashen dust,
My soul will fly away to 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 to leave your flesh,
Still wait for you - saints.
I've to live in everlasting world,
Where reigns and holy law of hate,
Omnipotent lords 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 souls decay in own blood,
beneficial touch of force, that let 'em die!
I'm up above eternal mists,
Heavens lie at of mine,
the sky I see transformed Christ,
Whose I'm holding in my hand.
Is it possible the heaven is the
Perhaps it's my own dream,
Clipped sacred seem to say to me,
true, the sky has turned to fire!