Luyện nghe bài hát Intro/Decaptitaded Saints

Black rotting blood my ailing flesh,
and burns me down alive,
Ulcerated 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?,
just an inevitable thing.
Still existing mind in deadly fear,
will be only heap of musty rot,
Tongue, heart and all my guts be
digested by the grubs.
No hope I must die and to ashen dust,
My soul will fly to realms of dead,
resistance, I feel, Darkness takes my soul,
I'm only, all, the slave of hell.
Raise from grave,
Is in your eyes?
You have to your 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 billion souls decay in ones own blood,
Awaiting beneficial of force, that let 'em die!
I'm up above eternal mists,
Heavens lie at of mine,
Wandering the sky I see Christ,
Whose head I'm in my hand.
Is it possible the is the hell?
it's my own terrible dream,
Clipped sacred seem to say to me,
That's true, the sky has to fire!