Luyện nghe bài hát Intro/Decaptitaded Saints

Black rotting invades my ailing flesh,
Destroys and burns me alive,
lips stinking of death,
Excommunicated of mine,
words and eyes that bleed,
In never ending torments,
for hell my dead body looks ahead,
That be soon the end.
you to die,
That unexpectedly,
Ask why?,
just an inevitable thing.
Still existing being in deadly fear,
Soon will be heap of musty rot,
Tongue, and all my guts shall be
digested by the grubs.
No hope I must die and turn to dust,
My will fly away to realms of dead,
Absurd resistance, I feel, takes my soul,
I'm only, after all, the of hell.
Raise from grave,
Is fear in your
You have to leave flesh,
Still for you - decapitated saints.
I've died to live in world,
Where reigns death and law of hate,
Omnipotent lords the groans,
Of turn souls for mercy,
I'm, in the place, sin is all around,
And blood flows from every head,
A billion dirty souls in ones own blood,
Awaiting touch of force, that let 'em die!
I'm raising up eternal mists,
lie at feet of mine,
Wandering the sky I see Christ,
Whose head I'm in my hand.
Is it the heaven is the hell?
Perhaps my own terrible dream,
sacred heads seem to say to me,
That's true, the sky has to fire!