Luyện nghe bài hát Decapitated Saints

Black blood invades my ailing flesh,
and burns me down alive,
Ulcerated lips of death,
Excommunicated of mine,
words and eyes that bleed,
In horrible ending torments,
for hell my dead body looks ahead,
That be soon the end.
you to die,
That unexpectedly,
Ask why?,
It's just an thing.
Still existing mind being in fear,
will be only heap of musty rot,
Tongue, heart and all my guts be
by the necrophagic grubs.
No hope I die and turn 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 this grave,
Is fear in your
You to leave your flesh,
wait for you - decapitated saints.
I've died to in everlasting world,
Where reigns and holy law of hate,
lords feeding the groans,
Of souls imploring for mercy,
I'm, in the place, sin is all around,
And blood flows every clipped head,
A dirty 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,
the sky I see transformed Christ,
Whose I'm holding in my hand.
Is it possible the is the hell?
it's my own terrible dream,
Clipped sacred heads to say to me,
That's true, the sky has to fire!