Luyện nghe bài hát Decapitated Saints

Black rotting blood my ailing flesh,
and burns me down alive,
Ulcerated stinking of death,
Excommunicated of mine,
Blasphemous and eyes that bleed,
In horrible ending torments,
Waiting for hell my dead looks ahead,
That be soon the end.
you to die,
That unexpectedly,
Ask why?,
It's an inevitable thing.
Still mind being in deadly fear,
Soon be only heap of musty rot,
Tongue, heart and all my guts be
digested by the grubs.
No hope I must die and turn to dust,
My soul will fly away to of dead,
Absurd resistance, I feel, Darkness my soul,
I'm only, after all, the of hell.
from this grave,
Is in your eyes?
You have to your flesh,
Still for you - decapitated saints.
I've died to live in world,
reigns death and holy law of hate,
Omnipotent feeding the groans,
Of turn souls for mercy,
I'm, in the place, sin is all around,
And blood flows from clipped head,
A billion dirty decay in ones own blood,
Awaiting touch of force, that let 'em die!
I'm raising up above mists,
lie at feet of mine,
Wandering the sky I see Christ,
Whose head I'm in my hand.
Is it possible the heaven is the
it's my own terrible dream,
Clipped sacred seem to say to me,
true, the sky has turned to fire!