Luyện nghe bài hát Intro/Decaptitaded Saints

Black rotting blood invades my flesh,
and burns me down alive,
Ulcerated lips of death,
Excommunicated of mine,
Blasphemous and eyes that bleed,
In horrible never torments,
Waiting for my dead body looks ahead,
will be soon the end.
you to die,
That unexpectedly,
Ask why?,
just an inevitable thing.
Still mind being in deadly fear,
will be only heap of musty rot,
Tongue, heart and all my guts be
digested by the grubs.
No hope I die and turn to ashen dust,
My will fly away to realms of dead,
Absurd resistance, I feel, Darkness my soul,
I'm only, all, the slave of hell.
from this grave,
Is fear in your
You have to leave flesh,
Still wait for you - saints.
I've died to in everlasting world,
reigns death and holy law of hate,
Omnipotent feeding the groans,
Of turn souls for mercy,
I'm, in the place, sin is all around,
And blood flows every clipped head,
A dirty souls decay in ones own blood,
Awaiting beneficial of force, that let 'em die!
I'm raising up above mists,
lie at feet of mine,
Wandering the sky I see Christ,
head I'm holding in my hand.
Is it possible the is the hell?
Perhaps my own terrible dream,
sacred heads seem to say to me,
That's true, the sky has to fire!