Luyện nghe bài hát Decapitated Saints

Black rotting invades my ailing flesh,
Destroys and me down alive,
Ulcerated stinking of death,
creators of mine,
Blasphemous words and that bleed,
In never ending torments,
Waiting for hell my dead body ahead,
will 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 heap of musty rot,
Tongue, and all my guts shall be
digested by the grubs.
No I must die and turn to ashen dust,
My soul will fly away to of dead,
resistance, I feel, Darkness takes my soul,
I'm only, after all, the of hell.
Raise this grave,
Is in your eyes?
You have to your flesh,
Still wait for you - saints.
I've to live in everlasting world,
Where reigns and holy law of hate,
Omnipotent feeding the groans,
Of souls imploring for mercy,
I'm, in the place, sin is all around,
And blood flows from clipped head,
A billion souls decay in ones own blood,
Awaiting beneficial touch of force, let 'em die!
I'm raising up above mists,
lie at feet of mine,
Wandering the sky I see Christ,
Whose I'm holding in my hand.
Is it the heaven is the hell?
Perhaps it's my own dream,
sacred heads seem to say to me,
That's true, the sky has to fire!