Luyện nghe bài hát Intro/Decaptitaded Saints

Black rotting invades my ailing flesh,
Destroys and me down alive,
Ulcerated stinking of death,
creators of mine,
Blasphemous and eyes that bleed,
In horrible never torments,
Waiting for my dead body looks ahead,
will be soon 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 die and turn to ashen dust,
My will fly away to realms of dead,
Absurd resistance, I feel, Darkness my soul,
I'm only, after all, the of hell.
Raise this grave,
Is fear in your
You have to leave flesh,
Still wait for you - saints.
I've to live in everlasting world,
Where reigns and holy law of hate,
Omnipotent lords the groans,
Of souls imploring for mercy,
I'm, in the place, sin is all around,
And blood from every clipped head,
A dirty souls decay in ones own blood,
beneficial touch of force, that let 'em die!
I'm raising up eternal mists,
Heavens lie at of mine,
Wandering the sky I see Christ,
Whose head I'm in my hand.
Is it possible the heaven is the
Perhaps it's my own dream,
Clipped sacred heads to say to me,
That's true, the sky has to fire!