Luyện nghe bài hát Intro/Decaptitaded Saints

Black blood invades my ailing flesh,
and burns me down alive,
Ulcerated lips of death,
Excommunicated of mine,
Blasphemous words and eyes bleed,
In horrible never torments,
for hell my dead body looks ahead,
That will be the end.
you to die,
That unexpectedly,
Ask why?,
It's an inevitable thing.
Still existing mind being in fear,
will be only heap of musty rot,
Tongue, and all my guts shall be
by the necrophagic grubs.
No I must die and turn to ashen dust,
My will fly away to realms of dead,
Absurd resistance, I feel, takes my soul,
I'm only, all, the slave of hell.
Raise this grave,
Is fear in eyes?
You have to your flesh,
Still wait for you - saints.
I've died to 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 from every clipped head,
A billion dirty souls in ones own blood,
beneficial touch of force, that let 'em die!
I'm raising up eternal mists,
lie at feet of mine,
Wandering the sky I see Christ,
Whose I'm holding 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!