Luyện nghe bài hát Decapitated Saints

Black rotting invades my ailing flesh,
Destroys and burns me alive,
Ulcerated lips of death,
creators of mine,
Blasphemous words and that bleed,
In never ending torments,
Waiting for my dead body looks ahead,
That be soon the end.
you to die,
That unexpectedly,
Ask why?,
just an inevitable thing.
Still existing mind in deadly fear,
Soon 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 away to of dead,
Absurd resistance, I feel, Darkness my soul,
I'm only, after all, the of hell.
Raise this grave,
Is fear in your
You have to leave flesh,
Still for you - decapitated saints.
died to live in everlasting world,
Where death and holy law of hate,
lords feeding the groans,
Of turn imploring for mercy,
I'm, in the place, sin is all around,
And blood flows from every head,
A billion dirty souls in ones own blood,
Awaiting beneficial touch of force, let 'em die!
I'm raising up above mists,
Heavens lie at of mine,
Wandering the sky I see Christ,
Whose head I'm 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!