Luyện nghe bài hát Intro/Decaptitaded Saints

Black rotting blood my ailing flesh,
Destroys and burns me alive,
lips stinking of death,
Excommunicated of mine,
Blasphemous and eyes that bleed,
In horrible ending torments,
Waiting for hell my dead body ahead,
That will be the end.
you to die,
That unexpectedly,
Ask why?,
It's an inevitable thing.
Still existing being in deadly fear,
Soon be only heap of musty rot,
Tongue, heart and all my guts 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, after all, the of hell.
Raise from grave,
Is fear in your
You have to leave flesh,
wait for you - decapitated saints.
I've died to in everlasting world,
reigns death and holy 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 billion souls decay in ones own blood,
Awaiting beneficial of force, that let 'em die!
I'm raising up eternal 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?
it's my own terrible dream,
Clipped sacred heads to say to me,
true, the sky has turned to fire!