Luyện nghe bài hát Intro/Decaptitaded Saints

Black rotting invades my ailing flesh,
and burns me down alive,
Ulcerated stinking of death,
creators of mine,
Blasphemous words and eyes bleed,
In horrible never torments,
Waiting for hell my dead body ahead,
That will be the end.
you to die,
That unexpectedly,
Ask why?,
just an inevitable thing.
Still mind being in deadly fear,
Soon will be heap of musty rot,
Tongue, and all my guts shall be
digested by the grubs.
No I must die and turn to ashen dust,
My soul will fly to realms of dead,
resistance, I feel, Darkness takes my soul,
I'm only, all, the slave of hell.
Raise this grave,
Is fear in eyes?
You to leave your flesh,
Still wait for you - saints.
I've to live in everlasting world,
reigns death 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 every head,
A dirty souls decay in ones own blood,
Awaiting touch of force, that let 'em die!
I'm up above eternal mists,
Heavens lie at of mine,
the sky I see transformed Christ,
Whose I'm holding in my hand.
Is it possible the is the hell?
Perhaps my own terrible dream,
Clipped sacred seem to say to me,
That's true, the sky has to fire!