Luyện nghe bài hát Decapitated Saints

Black rotting blood my ailing flesh,
and burns me down alive,
Ulcerated stinking of death,
creators of mine,
Blasphemous and eyes that bleed,
In horrible ending torments,
Waiting for hell my body looks ahead,
That be soon the end.
you to die,
That unexpectedly,
Ask why?,
It's just an thing.
existing mind being in deadly fear,
Soon be only heap of musty rot,
Tongue, and all my guts shall be
by the necrophagic grubs.
No hope I die and turn to ashen dust,
My will 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 in your eyes?
You have to leave flesh,
Still wait for you - saints.
I've died to live in world,
Where death and holy law of hate,
Omnipotent lords the groans,
Of turn souls 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 of force, that let 'em die!
I'm raising up above mists,
lie at feet of mine,
Wandering the sky I see Christ,
Whose I'm holding in my hand.
Is it the heaven is the hell?
it's my own terrible dream,
Clipped heads seem to say to me,
true, the sky has turned to fire!