Luyện nghe bài hát Decapitated Saints

Black rotting blood my ailing flesh,
Destroys and burns me alive,
lips stinking of death,
Excommunicated of mine,
Blasphemous words and eyes bleed,
In horrible ending torments,
Waiting for hell my body looks ahead,
That will be the end.
you to die,
That unexpectedly,
Ask why?,
It's just an thing.
Still existing mind in deadly fear,
Soon will be only heap of rot,
Tongue, heart and all my guts be
digested by the grubs.
No I must 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 eyes?
You have to leave flesh,
Still for you - decapitated saints.
I've to live in everlasting world,
Where reigns and holy law of hate,
Omnipotent feeding the groans,
Of souls imploring for mercy,
I'm, in the place, sin is all around,
And blood flows every clipped head,
A billion dirty souls in ones own blood,
Awaiting beneficial touch of force, let 'em die!
I'm raising up above mists,
lie at feet of mine,
Wandering the sky I see Christ,
Whose I'm holding in my hand.
Is it possible the is the hell?
Perhaps my own terrible dream,
Clipped heads seem to say to me,
true, the sky has turned to fire!