Luyện nghe bài hát Decapitated Saints

Black rotting invades my ailing flesh,
and burns me down alive,
Ulcerated stinking of death,
Excommunicated of mine,
Blasphemous and eyes that bleed,
In horrible ending torments,
Waiting for my dead body looks ahead,
That be soon the end.
you to die,
That unexpectedly,
Ask why?,
It's just an thing.
existing mind being in deadly fear,
Soon will be only heap of rot,
Tongue, heart and all my guts be
digested by the grubs.
No hope I must die and to ashen dust,
My soul will fly 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 for you - decapitated saints.
I've to live in everlasting world,
Where reigns and holy law of hate,
lords feeding 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 in ones own blood,
beneficial touch of force, that let 'em die!
I'm raising up 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 heads to say to me,
That's true, the sky has to fire!