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 and eyes that bleed,
In horrible never torments,
Waiting for my dead body looks ahead,
That will be the end.
you to die,
That unexpectedly,
Ask why?,
It's just an thing.
Still mind being in deadly fear,
Soon will be heap of musty rot,
Tongue, and all my guts shall be
digested by the grubs.
No I must die and turn to ashen dust,
My soul will fly to realms of dead,
Absurd resistance, I feel, Darkness my soul,
I'm only, all, the slave of hell.
Raise from grave,
Is in your 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 lords the groans,
Of souls imploring 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 beneficial touch of force, let 'em die!
I'm raising up eternal mists,
Heavens lie at of mine,
the sky I see transformed Christ,
Whose I'm holding in my hand.
Is it the heaven is the hell?
Perhaps my own terrible dream,
sacred heads seem to say to me,
That's true, the sky has to fire!