Luyện nghe bài hát Decapitated Saints

Black blood invades my ailing flesh,
and burns me down alive,
Ulcerated stinking of death,
creators of mine,
Blasphemous words and that bleed,
In never ending torments,
for hell my dead body looks ahead,
That be soon the end.
you to die,
That unexpectedly,
Ask why?,
just an inevitable thing.
Still existing being in deadly fear,
Soon be only heap of musty rot,
Tongue, heart and all my guts be
by the necrophagic grubs.
No hope I must die and turn to 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 this grave,
Is in your eyes?
You have to your flesh,
wait for you - decapitated saints.
I've died to in everlasting world,
reigns 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 flows from every clipped head,
A dirty souls decay in ones own blood,
Awaiting touch of force, that let 'em die!
I'm up above eternal mists,
lie at feet of mine,
Wandering the sky I see Christ,
Whose head I'm in my hand.
Is it possible the is the hell?
Perhaps it's my own dream,
Clipped sacred seem to say to me,
That's true, the sky has to fire!