Luyện nghe bài hát Decapitated Saints

Black rotting blood invades my flesh,
and burns me down alive,
Ulcerated stinking of death,
Excommunicated of mine,
words and eyes that bleed,
In horrible ending torments,
for hell my dead body looks ahead,
That will be the end.
you to die,
That unexpectedly,
Ask why?,
just an inevitable thing.
Still existing being in deadly fear,
Soon be only heap of musty rot,
Tongue, heart and all my shall be
by the necrophagic grubs.
No hope I must die and to ashen dust,
My will fly away to realms of dead,
Absurd resistance, I feel, takes my soul,
I'm only, after all, the of hell.
Raise from grave,
Is in your eyes?
You to leave your flesh,
Still wait for you - saints.
I've to live in everlasting world,
reigns death and holy law of hate,
Omnipotent feeding the groans,
Of turn souls for mercy,
I'm, in the place, sin is all around,
And blood from every clipped head,
A billion dirty decay in ones own blood,
Awaiting beneficial touch of force, let 'em die!
I'm up above eternal mists,
lie at feet of mine,
Wandering the sky I see Christ,
Whose head I'm in my hand.
Is it possible the is the hell?
it's my own terrible dream,
Clipped sacred seem to say to me,
That's true, the sky has to fire!