Luyện nghe bài hát Intro/Decaptitaded Saints

Black rotting invades my ailing 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,
That be soon the end.
you to die,
That unexpectedly,
Ask why?,
It's an inevitable thing.
Still existing being in deadly fear,
Soon will be only heap of rot,
Tongue, and all my guts shall be
by the necrophagic grubs.
No I must die and turn to ashen dust,
My soul will fly to realms of dead,
Absurd resistance, I feel, Darkness my soul,
I'm only, all, the slave of hell.
Raise from grave,
Is in your eyes?
You have to your flesh,
Still wait for you - saints.
I've died to live in world,
Where reigns and holy law of hate,
lords feeding the groans,
Of turn imploring 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 touch of force, let 'em die!
I'm up above eternal mists,
Heavens lie at 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,
Clipped sacred seem to say to me,
true, the sky has turned to fire!