Luyện nghe bài hát Intro/Decaptitaded Saints

Black rotting invades my ailing flesh,
Destroys and burns me alive,
Ulcerated stinking of death,
creators of mine,
Blasphemous and eyes that bleed,
In horrible never 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 mind being in deadly fear,
Soon be only 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 away to of dead,
Absurd resistance, I feel, takes my soul,
I'm only, after all, the of hell.
Raise from grave,
Is in your eyes?
You to leave your flesh,
Still wait for you - saints.
died to live in everlasting world,
Where reigns death and law of hate,
lords feeding the groans,
Of turn souls for mercy,
I'm, in the place, sin is all around,
And flows from every clipped head,
A billion dirty souls in ones own blood,
Awaiting touch of force, that let 'em die!
I'm raising up above 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!