Luyện nghe bài hát Decapitated Saints

Black blood invades my ailing flesh,
and burns me down alive,
Ulcerated lips of death,
creators of mine,
Blasphemous words and that bleed,
In never ending torments,
for hell my dead body looks ahead,
That will be the end.
you to die,
That unexpectedly,
Ask why?,
It's an inevitable thing.
Still mind being in deadly fear,
Soon will be only 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,
Absurd resistance, I feel, Darkness my soul,
I'm only, after all, the of hell.
Raise from grave,
Is fear in your
You have to leave flesh,
Still wait for you - saints.
I've to live in everlasting world,
reigns death and holy law of hate,
Omnipotent feeding the groans,
Of souls imploring for mercy,
I'm, in the place, sin is all around,
And blood flows every clipped head,
A billion dirty souls decay in 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 I'm holding in my hand.
Is it the heaven is the hell?
Perhaps my own terrible dream,
Clipped sacred heads to say to me,
true, the sky has turned to fire!