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 words and eyes 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 just an thing.
Still existing being in deadly fear,
will be only heap of musty rot,
Tongue, heart and all my shall be
digested by the grubs.
No hope I die and turn to ashen dust,
My soul will fly to realms of dead,
resistance, I feel, Darkness takes my soul,
I'm only, after all, the of hell.
Raise from grave,
Is fear in your
You have to leave flesh,
Still for you - decapitated saints.
I've to live in everlasting world,
Where 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 flows from every clipped head,
A dirty souls decay in ones own blood,
Awaiting beneficial of force, that let 'em die!
I'm raising up eternal mists,
lie at feet of mine,
Wandering the sky I see Christ,
Whose head I'm in my hand.
Is it the heaven is the hell?
Perhaps it's my own dream,
Clipped sacred seem to say to me,
true, the sky has turned to fire!