Luyện nghe bài hát Intro/Decaptitaded Saints

Black rotting invades my ailing flesh,
and burns me down alive,
Ulcerated stinking of death,
Excommunicated of mine,
Blasphemous and eyes that bleed,
In horrible never torments,
for hell my dead body looks ahead,
That will be the end.
you to die,
That unexpectedly,
Ask why?,
just an inevitable thing.
Still existing mind being in fear,
Soon will be only of musty rot,
Tongue, and all my guts shall be
digested by the grubs.
No hope I must die and to ashen dust,
My soul will fly to realms of dead,
Absurd resistance, I feel, takes my soul,
I'm only, after all, the of hell.
from this grave,
Is fear in your
You to leave your flesh,
Still wait for you - saints.
I've died to in everlasting world,
Where reigns death and law of hate,
Omnipotent lords 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,
beneficial touch of force, that let 'em die!
I'm up above 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 it's my own dream,
Clipped sacred heads to say to me,
true, the sky has turned to fire!