Luyện nghe bài hát Decapitated Saints

Black rotting blood my ailing flesh,
and burns me down alive,
Ulcerated lips of death,
creators of mine,
Blasphemous and eyes that bleed,
In horrible ending torments,
Waiting for hell my dead body ahead,
That be soon the end.
you to die,
That unexpectedly,
Ask why?,
It's just an thing.
Still mind being in deadly fear,
Soon will be only heap of rot,
Tongue, heart and all my shall be
digested by the grubs.
No hope I must die and turn to dust,
My will fly away 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 eyes?
You have to your flesh,
wait for you - decapitated saints.
I've died to live in world,
Where reigns and holy law of hate,
Omnipotent lords the groans,
Of souls imploring for mercy,
I'm, in the place, sin is all around,
And blood flows from clipped head,
A billion dirty souls decay in 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 head I'm in my hand.
Is it possible the heaven is the
Perhaps my own terrible dream,
Clipped heads seem to say to me,
That's true, the sky has to fire!