Luyện nghe bài hát Decapitated Saints

Black rotting blood my ailing flesh,
and burns me down alive,
Ulcerated stinking of death,
Excommunicated of mine,
Blasphemous and eyes 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.
existing mind being in deadly fear,
Soon will be only of musty rot,
Tongue, heart and all my guts 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.
from this grave,
Is fear in your
You have to your flesh,
wait for you - decapitated saints.
I've died to live in world,
Where 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 flows from every clipped head,
A billion dirty decay in ones own blood,
Awaiting beneficial touch of force, let 'em die!
I'm up above eternal mists,
Heavens lie at of mine,
Wandering the sky I see Christ,
Whose head I'm in my hand.
Is it possible the heaven is the
it's my own terrible dream,
Clipped heads seem to say to me,
true, the sky has turned to fire!