Luyện nghe bài hát Decapitated Saints

Black rotting blood invades my flesh,
and burns me down alive,
Ulcerated stinking of death,
Excommunicated of mine,
Blasphemous and eyes that bleed,
In never ending torments,
Waiting for my dead body looks ahead,
That be soon the end.
you to die,
That unexpectedly,
Ask why?,
just an inevitable thing.
Still existing mind being in fear,
Soon will be heap of musty rot,
Tongue, heart and all my guts be
digested by the grubs.
No hope I die and turn to ashen dust,
My soul fly away to realms of dead,
resistance, I feel, Darkness takes my soul,
I'm only, all, the slave of hell.
from this grave,
Is fear in eyes?
You have to your flesh,
Still wait for you - saints.
died to live in everlasting world,
Where death and holy law of hate,
Omnipotent feeding the groans,
Of turn imploring for mercy,
I'm, in the place, sin is all around,
And blood flows from every head,
A dirty souls decay in ones own blood,
Awaiting beneficial touch of force, let 'em die!
I'm raising up above mists,
Heavens lie at of mine,
the sky I see transformed Christ,
Whose head I'm in my hand.
Is it possible the heaven is the
it's my own terrible dream,
Clipped sacred heads to say to me,
That's true, the sky has to fire!