Luyện nghe bài hát Decapitated Saints

Black rotting blood invades my flesh,
Destroys and me down alive,
lips stinking of death,
Excommunicated of mine,
words and eyes that bleed,
In horrible ending torments,
Waiting for hell my body looks ahead,
That be soon the end.
you to die,
That unexpectedly,
Ask why?,
It's an inevitable thing.
existing mind being in deadly fear,
Soon will be only of musty rot,
Tongue, heart and all my shall be
by the necrophagic grubs.
No hope I must die and to ashen dust,
My soul will fly 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 to leave your flesh,
Still wait for you - saints.
I've died to live in world,
Where reigns death and law of hate,
Omnipotent lords the groans,
Of souls imploring for mercy,
I'm, in the place, sin is all around,
And blood flows every clipped head,
A billion dirty 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 head I'm in my hand.
Is it the heaven is the hell?
Perhaps it's my own dream,
Clipped sacred heads to say to me,
true, the sky has turned to fire!