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,
Blasphemous words and 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 an inevitable thing.
Still mind being in deadly fear,
will be only heap of musty rot,
Tongue, heart and all my guts be
by the necrophagic grubs.
No hope I must die and turn to dust,
My soul fly away to realms of dead,
Absurd resistance, I feel, Darkness my soul,
I'm only, after all, the of hell.
Raise this grave,
Is in your eyes?
You to leave your flesh,
Still wait for you - saints.
I've to live in everlasting world,
Where death and holy law of hate,
Omnipotent feeding 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 souls decay in own blood,
Awaiting beneficial touch of force, let 'em die!
I'm raising up eternal mists,
Heavens lie at of mine,
Wandering the sky I see Christ,
Whose I'm holding in my hand.
Is it possible the heaven is the
Perhaps it's my own dream,
sacred heads seem to say to me,
That's true, the sky has to fire!