Luyện nghe bài hát Decapitated Saints

Black rotting blood my ailing flesh,
Destroys and me down alive,
lips stinking of death,
Excommunicated of mine,
Blasphemous words and eyes bleed,
In horrible never torments,
for hell my dead body looks ahead,
That be soon the end.
you to die,
That unexpectedly,
Ask why?,
It's just an thing.
Still existing mind in deadly fear,
Soon be only heap of musty rot,
Tongue, heart and all my shall be
by the necrophagic grubs.
No I must die and turn to ashen dust,
My soul will fly away to of dead,
Absurd resistance, I feel, Darkness my soul,
I'm only, all, the slave of hell.
Raise from grave,
Is fear in your
You to leave your flesh,
Still wait for you - saints.
I've to live in everlasting world,
Where reigns and holy law of hate,
lords feeding the groans,
Of souls imploring for mercy,
I'm, in the place, sin is all around,
And blood flows from clipped 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 is the hell?
Perhaps my own terrible dream,
Clipped sacred heads to say to me,
true, the sky has turned to fire!