Luyện nghe bài hát Decapitated Saints

Black rotting blood invades my 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 be soon the end.
you to die,
That unexpectedly,
Ask why?,
It's an inevitable thing.
Still existing mind in deadly fear,
Soon will be only heap of rot,
Tongue, and all my guts shall be
digested by the grubs.
No hope I must die and to ashen dust,
My will fly away to realms of dead,
resistance, I feel, Darkness takes my soul,
I'm only, after all, the of hell.
Raise this grave,
Is fear in your
You have to leave flesh,
Still wait for you - saints.
I've died to in everlasting world,
reigns death 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 from every clipped head,
A billion dirty souls decay in own blood,
Awaiting touch of force, that let 'em die!
I'm raising up above mists,
lie at feet of mine,
Wandering the sky I see Christ,
Whose head I'm in my hand.
Is it the heaven is the hell?
it's my own terrible dream,
Clipped heads seem to say to me,
true, the sky has turned to fire!