Luyện nghe bài hát Intro/Decaptitaded Saints

Black rotting blood my ailing flesh,
and burns me down alive,
Ulcerated lips of death,
Excommunicated of mine,
Blasphemous words and eyes 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 mind being in fear,
Soon will be heap of musty rot,
Tongue, heart and all my shall be
digested by the grubs.
No I must die and turn to ashen dust,
My soul will fly to realms of dead,
Absurd resistance, I feel, takes my soul,
I'm only, after all, the of hell.
Raise this grave,
Is in your eyes?
You have to leave flesh,
Still for you - decapitated saints.
I've to live in everlasting world,
reigns death and holy 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 clipped head,
A billion souls decay in ones own blood,
Awaiting touch of force, that 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 is the hell?
Perhaps it's my own dream,
Clipped heads seem to say to me,
That's true, the sky has to fire!