Luyện nghe bài hát Decapitated Saints

Black rotting blood my ailing flesh,
and burns me down alive,
Ulcerated stinking of death,
Excommunicated of mine,
Blasphemous and eyes that bleed,
In horrible never torments,
for hell my dead body looks ahead,
That will be the end.
you to die,
That unexpectedly,
Ask why?,
It's just an thing.
existing mind being in deadly fear,
Soon be only heap of musty rot,
Tongue, heart and all my shall be
by the necrophagic grubs.
No I must die and turn 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.
Raise this grave,
Is fear in eyes?
You have to your flesh,
Still for you - decapitated saints.
I've died to live in world,
reigns death and holy law of hate,
Omnipotent lords the groans,
Of turn souls for mercy,
I'm, in the place, sin is all around,
And blood flows from every head,
A billion dirty souls decay in own blood,
Awaiting beneficial touch of force, let 'em die!
I'm up above eternal mists,
Heavens lie at of mine,
Wandering the sky I see Christ,
head I'm holding in my hand.
Is it possible the is the hell?
it's my own terrible dream,
Clipped heads seem to say to me,
true, the sky has turned to fire!